(_) me on the floor alone
not my music playing
an island of soltitude
in the party mood
because they all left
you left
to go upstairs
and so i'll just stay here and try to stand
play will the strands of my ribbon necklace,
perfectly curled and pink
but equally alone

when you come back down
i'll still just look at you
wonder why i want to put my necklace around your neck
and gently touch your hair
and feel separate
staring at the rug
what's it to you?
who go