Waiting For An Invite

Not sure how long

but it seems to

go on

and I’m bored.

I’m bored of watching

so I shut the blinds

and retire downstairs.

They’re still there,

laughing, joking, beer cans

rattling.

Not sure how long

but finally silence

drifts over.

The empty beer cans

find their way onto

my front lawn,

with a note stuck

to one that reads:

Come out another time.

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