Elsewhere, the party
dances on. His best friend
knows the score, what lies ahead:
a master class, soft music,
while, at home, a figure
practices a solo waltz
then lifts the phone;
his mobile cries It’s time
to go! He moves across
the rumpled bed
then takes his partner
one more time,
conducts his truth,
the lies ahead.
Oooh, the title works really well! I’m a little confused, here and there. Not sure if it’s the punctuation or reference to ‘best friend’ and ‘at home’ which may be other euphemisms but ones that escape me. Enjoyable poem.