Party's Over

PARTY'S OVER

"Party's over," he said.
The doors slammed shut behind him
And the sound echoed in the silence.
"Party's over. You can
Put away those pink streamers -
No one will see them.
These banners - what a waste of cake -
But what else can we do?
I'm so glad you all could make it but -
It's over. Pack up all the
Presents - thank you for the presents -
And the lovely decorations, but
I would hate for her to see them -
Let's make sure she doesn't see them -
Please, God, please don't let her see them -"
Someone put their comforting hand
On his shoulder, as he sobbed,
"Party's over."
And we cleaned up the mess.
It was too soon for explanations
So we cleaned in silence,
Without questions or hushed whisperings
Wondering what had happened:
After all, what is a party
Without a guest of honor?