coolers still filled with fresh ice
the spa lukewarm after being heated
the entire day
laying in the bottom of the crystal clear water
of the fancy new pool,
were the toys bought for the celebration
the smoke of fireworks still in the air
the lingering smell of hamburgers on the grill
but the laughs are now an echo in the distance
the party is now a memory
and the people are far gone
it's time for the day to end
and for reality to come back
YOU ARE READING
The Ending to all Means
PuisiA collection of poems I have written throughout the years.
