At The Party Last Night Till Dusk Poem by RIC BASTASA

you take your glass of red wine
and sit on one of the chairs in one corner

friends surround you
as though you are a port and they are docking boats

the laughter begins and continues
till nighttime till one

the glasses of wine take you to places
of memories

the conversations about the lives of other people
their misfortunes and sometimes successes

no one wants to leave
neither can all you keep on staying

till the wee hours of dusk
until the minds becomes groggy and restless

until you realize that peace has become elusive
you become part of the unforgiving crowd

amidst the words and sentences
you are one of those colons

so so alone this time
amidst the hill and mountains