some free verse. it's all i seem to be able to write now *shrug*

At a party. They got on. They got on and on and

Yes the conversation was good. One didn't

Feel like one was doing talking too much. The jokes

Fast and loose. Wouldn't have been funny to one

Outside. But they were in the loop. The closed string.

All well. Unified theory of everything. A pause.

She looked around. Everyone was happy. Right.

Good. Sorted. He looked at his drink. He'd barely

Touched it. Didn't need it. That was new. He took

A sip. A deep breath. Felt his age. Young. Maybe he

Should be more cynical. Thought: There's loads of

Innocence right here. Concentrated. In this place.

No one knows what they're doing. Lost in a fug

Of personal space. Shared space. Stumbling over

Introductions. Meeting people one'd rather not

Run into. Unnoticed by the unforgettable. Another

Summer. An endless string of empty days.