Surrounded by all the different faces
But none matched her company.
She got engulfed in her own vortex,
Swirling in her own thoughts.
The cheers, the laughter, the giggles.
The strains in peoples’ voices
as they fumed ’bout their tragedies.
The innocent chuckles, as he whispered excitement
into her ears.
She observed all those danced.
The passion, the purity, the lackadaisical moves
after a few drinks had been down’d.
The precious smiles that were exchanged
as they swayed together along with the rhythm.
As she watched from up against the corner
She envisaged all their stories;
As the moonlight fell o’er her, she was the only one
among many in the marquee.