after

loud silence

heart still thumping

like a rhythm

dancing -

barefoot

on the shards of

glass

that contained liquid

courage

and disinhibition.

red cups

strewn like scattered

thoughts

forced to be picked up

because everyone

and

everything

else has gone.

cigarette butts

spilling out of

ash trays like

burned regrets

and cindered dreams

we burned

talking too much

and doing too little.

the only

after party

is the stillness

that freezes my bones,

numbs my mind

because i felt

and now

i don’t

anymore.