You know... I prefer to stay in
on preferring a picture of a memory to a live party
To party’s gate I tardy tread with weight,
A realm I shun, where laughter’s mask is worn,
For in my room, where solitude holds fate,
I seek a painted soul, a love forlorn.
Behind closed doors, a canvas forms a link,
A cherished face that time has stole away,
In whispered tones, my thoughts to canvas brink,
To converse with memories, shadows sway.
Though revelry outside may swell and surge,
Within these walls, a different world I see,
A portrait’s gaze, emotions gently urge,
To linger here, where cherished moments be.
Late to the party’s throng, I find my rest,
With painted grace, my lost one’s presence blessed.
