From your Pepto-Bismol colored couch

Uneasily beside a stranger
among the crowd at your last party:

They smile at you
like giddy children
at their distant fathers.

As they drink pink, bubbly drinks
and throw their heads
back when they laugh.

Somebody takes a picture
but their thumb covers
up the lens— 
none of them seems to notice.

You danced with all
and after collapsing tipsily—

I didn’t see
You.