HINGES

That first time in that first crowd
The twinkling party lights came on
And my martini got a shot
When you hovered close so I could hear you
And you hovered close because you liked my necklace
In a room crowded full of people.
The last time in the last crowd
The door never opened
Because you weren't there.
And the party fell off of its hinges
And I let the bedraggled feathers crawl away
While I picked up the pieces of my self.