Billy smiles, laughs, shakes hands, and jokes.
Always the life of the party
so the invitation stays open.
His rum-pa-tum knock on the door
brings cheers and a new round of drinks;
everyone’s happy to see him.
Billy brings sweet potato pie
and whipped cream he just made; hungry
mouths gather round and line up for
a piece. Billy never gets one –
gone too quick – but he basks in thanks
nonetheless. Mulled wine wits, laughing
fits, and chats about old times die
down, couples leave arm-in-arm and
hug him like a second host. He
lingers till he’s sober, helps clean,
and gathers his things. One quick bow
and he heads home to be alone.
PAD Challenge 5: Something concealed (or revealed)