I know you think I am like that guest.
The clueless bloke of whom we all jest.
Keeps on chatting away without a clue.
The party is over. He missed the cue.

As you do your best to stifle a yawn,
I feign surprise, “Where has the time gone?
That’s ok. I’ll see myself to the door.
I apologize if I have been a bore.”

I struggle with my coat. I drag my feet.
My agreement to leave I try to cheat.
I know it’s over. It’s time to part.
But it is hard to leave my heart.