The Party Died Too Soon

The Party Died Too Soon

The lights hung low, a quiet hum filled the hall.

Glasses clinked softly, voices carried half-formed laughs.

We danced in circles of shadow and gold,

Moments slipping like smoke through our fingers.

The music stumbled, a familiar tune breaking too soon.

Smiles faltered, the laughter faded into silence.

A toast left untouched, frozen in the amber glow,

And the room held its breath, waiting for more.

I watched familiar faces dissolve into the dim.

Words we meant to say vanished with the last chord.

Joy lingered on the edge, fragile as glass,

While shadows gathered where we once moved freely.

We lingered, unsure of how to leave the stillness.

The night held its own quiet disappointment,

Promises of more left unspoken,

And the echo of celebration faded too fast.

A chair overturned, a forgotten song drifting,

We felt the absence of the warmth we carried in.

The party died, not with anger, but with a sigh,

And we left, holding memories we could not repeat.

The streets outside were empty and too cold.

Footsteps echoed like fragments of music long gone.

I traced the night in my mind,

Hoping the joy might find a way back to me.

Yet even as the lights dimmed completely,

I held a quiet remembrance of laughter,

The fleeting dance of shadows on the wall,

And the love we carried, too brief to linger.

We parted with gentle hands and heavy hearts.

No blame, no anger, just the ache of time passing.

The party had lived, though too short,

Its memory etched into the quiet night.