Party in the Mid-life

Your Oestrogen’s on the wane, they said

But if I’m honest I saw her heading out the door ages ago

Skipping and jumping

hand in hand with the elusive Words that I’d been looking for in class

Plump-cheeked and confident

Ready for the party

Where undercover Serotonin hands out shots

And she can dance til dawn.

You go girl! I think

But also

Who will give me time to miss her?