They’ve all gone now

Their presence just the echo of laughter in an empty room

And wisps of music fading just out of hearing

Streamers dangle limply from the walls

Empty bottles and glasses line the table, roll on the floor

I guess the party’s over

After the hangover, after the cleanup

What was it even for?

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