The After Party – A Poem

The music has faded

And I have slipped off my dancing shoes.

My hair is astray,

My gown cast aside,

My hands held out

Remembering your touch.

All is quiet

And I wonder where you’ve gone . . .

Then from within

I feel your warmth . . .

I look up and you are here.

Perhaps, waiting for me

To notice.

by Martha L Shaw – Copyright 10-5-2012


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