The Last Party Poem by Alicia Huang

The Last Party



Yet another party is over, the last one
speeding the new year on its way.
Already we have left the restaurant
its last dregs of people lingering,
clustering together to muster the last of the excitement.
Outside the atmosphere is still festive,
I trail my hand along the strings of coloured lights
stepping among the small children playing in the fountains.
Laughter drifts all around, it slowly weaves a jovial atmosphere,
insinuating itself between the music that fills the air.
And now it seems the party we left trickled out into the surroundings,
our merry-making infected the people around
and forced them from dull routine into a many-coloured world.

But for us, we walk. Like the people left behind we too
go forward in hope, in expectation, in promises unsaid.
Forward in search of something more than an after-dinner ice cream,
rather we seek each other's companionship on this night where
connections were newly forged, gleaming among the bright lights.
We stop at a bridge at last, settling in the low seats around.
I lean carefully along the side, I know a slight loss of balance would
send me toppling into the inky depths below.
And it would be not unlike a careless remark,
killing whatever was growing newly above
our fragile ground of acquaintances becoming friends.
So I choose each word carefully, but soon we have grown too familiar,
and I take a daring plunge into unknown waters,
unsure if I'll come up afloat in your consciousness,
unsure if you'll throw me the lifebelt of your smile.

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