House Party Blues

Memories, images, strike hard, 
still, numbing, paralyzing, 
freeze frame, you into the day...that slowly, drags, into the night, 
and cast a thousand shining embers into my eyes.

All, perfect, except one.
Who stands like a jagged boulder,
from a smooth mountain side, here, with my rain, moss could grow, and flowers shine, and quench your thirst,
that would never return...

..........I stop, for a few moments, and compose myself, as others talk, and even inquire about my health.
Hey girl, how are you?  
Polite but empty, in this bright party, with false lights, and factise stories...music too loud, anxiety attacks me and the walls shake.

Retreat, to the back porch, light my last cigererrete, drowning could describe this feeling well.
To know that you, view the same sky as I.
Even here, I find you, and I think of you almost like death, you've been gone so long. 
Leaving here, the moon above, lights and music dim and dissolve.

I simply shrug, and shake my head, all I ever wanted , was for you, to remain, my friend.