It's My Party

The balloons hang high
Touching the ceiling
Jumbled chatter carries
Up the staircase
And he walks in the door
With a "happy birthday"
Smiling directly at me

Teenagers chew their pizza
With grease covered fingers
The clatter of pool balls
Continues through the night
And he's talking to friends
On the other side of the room
Smiling directly at me

After opening my presents
And people had eaten cake
Excitement had died down
While friends spoke intimately
And he was gone
No longer anywhere near
Smiling directly at me