Party Night

KNOW ONE PAYS ATTENTION TO
the boy …
who sits in the corner
of a crowded room…
alone
head folded down into curled up
knees.

SOMEONE MENTIONS
…the sight
but the jesting of the night
is more important...
then seeing if he’s alright.

AN OLD JANITOR
…slowly mops up the
puddle of water
around his shoes…
there is no cup in sight
….so they must be tears
from the blues.

SOMEONE SPEAKS OF JESUS
…so the boy looks up
for only a second…
before realizing it was just His
name tossed in vain
…He never came
so his head goes back down...
in shame.

waiting…
…waiting
waiting…

THEN THE BOY EMERGES
..as a man
with dry eyes and clean hands
the thought that he almost
let pity get the best of him
…puts a foul taste in his mouth.

THEY NOTICE HIM NOW
…as he begins to prance up
and down the house…
laughing and joking
…drinking and smoking
having nothing but a good time.

A
real
honest…
broken …
heart…
combed and covered over with fake smiles...
buried in an effort to find relief.

SOMEONE SPEAKS OF JESUS
…there it is
that name again…
but this time it really is Him
…but the man pays no attention
he is now too busy with his
friends.

and Jesus takes a seat

…waiting
waiting...
...WAITING.