“Aftershock by Stewart Stafford

Sitting by myself at the firepit,
The dregs of last night's inferno,
Still charcoal from vibrant flame,
Charred bones of the festivities.

Dropped food and empty bottles,
A littering ring, now seen in light,
The laughs and drunken banter,
Distant echoes that bring smiles.

Head throbs, chill morning breeze,
Take two pills and zip up my jacket,
Post-party blues gripping onto me,
Happiness, revisit on swiftest wings!

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”