Save your energy for another day

add your tears to another year.

 

At the edge of the dance floor

watching, waiting

hoping to catch

 

the dream that they sold in little paper bags.

 

Swirled into existence

a promise and kiss

a murmur of sadness

perhaps fading into bliss.

 

Stop still, the room vibrates

sweat dries, lights go up.

 

Morning has come

Go home

This isn't it.