Converging Thoughts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking around the room as if it's the last time I will ever
see it, dance floor emptied of people as they sit at tables
having their refreshments of coffee and cookies.

Conversing with one another, decorations being blown about
by breezes from fans above, also cooling us down for a while,
energy waning, now beginning to gather speed.

Everyone now rested, now looking forward to dancing again,
yet my heart remains in a state of sadness, completing me
indefinitely as I sit and look around.

Seeing everything as if it were the last time I'd ever again
lay eyes upon what I've seen for so many years, knowing that
it cannot last forever.

Thinking and letting go of all the memories with others that
have happened here in this room, all thoughts converging into
one last impression being written into a final poem, perhaps.