Twas’ too soon for me to go
an empty vessel still in tow
the darkness loomed, but glowed, that room
the crowd all dapper-dressed.
The iron box of elevation
took us to that destination
the couple smiles, no hesitation
“Congrats on baby quest.”
“Guess it’s not to be,” repeated
words I’d learn, still felt defeated
empty arms I had conceded
A promised heart betrayed of grants
Glasses clinking, lighting winking
champagne fountains made for drinking
my soul betrayed continued sinking
yet how the people danced.
Oh, how those people danced.