At a party
Surrounded by a crowd
Of friends and grateful guests
Tinkling of ice in glasses
Music of the piano
Percussion of chatter
A crescendo of conversation
Ending in a burst of laughter.
The party is over
But the cleaning up can wait.
You are all that matters
You, and this time we have.
I see you smile
As you reach out to take me in your arms
For one last song.
And I am home.
