LEFT OUT



It's something warm.
It's like a song with a forgotten title,
when the chance comes to sing,
and the words just escape you,
escape you...

It's exciting.
It's like a moment you're longing to reach:
always elusive, enticing,
yet always so fleeting,
so fleeting...

It's diaphanous;
emerging at night like a skittering moth,
batting its wings at the light,
always fleeing the darkness,
the darkness...

It is the personified Fun
that everyone else
is having
tonight,

    except me.