Fiction Writing Friday: The Birthday Party

Originally posted 2016-03-04 12:00:53.

You make your entrance

Without the flair

You used to show

When once you cared.

Straight to the bar

With money out,

Eager beaver

It’s your shout.

You wish me well

And hug me tight,

A special birthday,

My special night.

I watch you down

Another one,

I hear you claim

You’re having fun.

I used to turn to look at you

With pride and awe

And some love too,

But now I have to look away

As drink comes in

And love’s at bay.