Over and Done

This piece originally appeared in Her Campus.

What do you do when the party is over?

The endless parties of life

and their endless cycles

with the tumbling of champagne

into the breakable glasses

and the tumbling of the legs of college girls

bruised as they stumble home

and use the black mirror to cry to their unshaven boyfriends

who can only shrug

or like the teenagers puking in the frosted grass at dawn

laughing triumphantly to each other after he wipes his mouth

he knows a winter sun and the summer night of his existence

but cannot see the autumn afternoon

and the promises it makes

like us,

he wonders about the eyes of

blue, hazel, and green he passes

imagining their parties and lonely nights the same

feeling the chill that follows behind the gust of wind that carries us away

Where do you go when you are done?

soft or cruel,

I’ll be there too.