By, Sean Frank
The party died
But everyone survived
To tell the tale
There were epic
Victories proclaimed
Of troubled minds
Finding a firm grasp
On the little things
The days that get away
Before they even start
The worries that worm their way
Into overcrowded brains
We become so breathlessly
Frazzled
And brazenly lost
As listless as the wind
We forget to look ahead
Instead we find solace
In the old places
So without fail
The past becomes
A foolish guide
Whom we probably
Should second guess
The second the drinks started
Flowing
Burdened minds
Shook off the pressure
And released reassurances
That were less than
The sum of their parts
But brevity can
Ease and give sweet release
To a heavy heart
Heart to hearts
Were had
As old friends
Realized their connection
Was left half faded
In a sepia toned past
And when they laughed
The lights glowed
With a strange hue
As if the bulbs knew
To give the moment
It's due
Friendships were made
And they may have been
Just for the night
And nothing else
But that's a beautiful thing
Because we are all strangers
Struggling to find our way
On the same crossroads
Crossing paths
Into the same heavy wave
Of cascading unknowns
The clock kept rolling on
But at a certain moment
At a certain hour
Everyone had a drink
In hand
But everyone found something else
To hold