There we were. It was like some holiday.
The trumpets blared, exhilarating
us with their hormone-timbred vibrato.
A real festival, this, and when
we had it we were truly had.
But we played on, of course,
along with the band, festooned
in all our finery; and me waiting,
wondering if you were really there….
Or if this were, for you, for us,
one more mere exercise in joint futility…
And for us to leave together.
And that was the end of it.
That was actually the end.