Last Party

I plodded to my neighbour's house
Like a jack-hammer my head did pound
My husband wasn’t speaking
And only one shoe I’d found

My nerves were shot, my body shook
The hostess she did frown
There was no friendly banter
As she handed me my gown

It wouldn’t matter what I said
The excuse of drunk was lame
A dozen pictures were strewn about
I hung my head in abject shame

Her husband was sick and shaking
He’d passed-out on the carpet red
He’d woke that morning to an irate wife
No doubt wishing he was dead

I lost a lot of things that night
My marriage was in peril
Friendships, dignity and self respect
Not just my apparel