outside
by choice
sorta
inside
a party
people dance
drink
talk
slosh on each other
tell almost dirty jokes
they're having fun
I should be part of them
instead of out here where it's snowing
people might call it moping
but I know you're far to the west
probably scared
in a hospital
where I've no right to be
"go to the party," you instructed
"I'll be fine,
my sister will call you
I think"
you grinned and
I grinned back
and hope now it was a real grin
in a minute or two
I will put on a party face
and go inside
but just now
a party was too hard to take
the snowing seemed
a more appropriate companion
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