Late comer

Heart out in laughter,
She waves a hand in glee,
To the withering crowd,
At the grand pavillion!

Reaching out again,
She shouts in vain,
To be turned down only,
For the party is over!

Not invited, nor a late guest,
But a lonely door man,
Waving a hand,
Cheer her 'so cute'!


He shouts,
The party is great,
When fake smiles fiddle!
But party is real,
For I waited years-
To see your smile!