2:13 AM
The chaos of the day before has quietly left the dance floor.
I stand unpartnered tuning in
to the sound of silence and the song within.
The party favors litter the sphere
Empty spirits in bottles of beer
It’s 2:25 as i take in
the subtle purr of an AM wind.
As i type, in solitude, these words
the sound of an ambulance disturbs
the mood i began to take refuge in.
Do i go to bed or call a friend?
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