The Party Is Over Poem by RIC BASTASA

when the party is over
you will be alone again
on some leftovers
and stained mantels
empty wine glasses
with some respect
for drops unconsumed
tables with some
morsels and crumbs

her perfume
sticking to the curtains
his smoke
clinging to glass
ash trays

the feigned affections
cliched by this
outdated display
of overused hugs
and kisses

the laughter that
reverberates
practically nothing

when they all leave
one by one like
trickles of moderate
rains

you are still asking
about your relevance

you are very drunk
and so you sleep