Party's Over

The party's over
She's been a good trooper
Gave the hosts a hand
Pottered about like she was the chef

Bruschetta, pear salad, stuffed vol-au-vents
Pizzas and pasta, arancinnis with passata
They filled the hungry tummies
The hearth was warm and comfy

The party's over
This trooper takes a breather
The ache in her heart feels all too familiar
But she's too tired

The party's over
No more reserve to consider
She'll have to save her thoughts for later
Too late in the night for anything to matter