(Emotional Snapshot)

Copyright © Diane Chang Li-Ann

I left the party.
The music was too loud,
the room too stuffy
and my feet ached.
(So did my heart.)
I wondered if you’d notice
my absence or my leaving
and follow me
or seek me.
The night was cold,
silent,
lonely.
(So was I.)
Eventually I returned;
you looked a question at me
and I looked away.

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