The lost confetti dances freely in the early morning breeze

It is silver green and gold

Very soon a man dressed in orange will sweep it up

And no history of the event will remain

I saw the happy couple yesterday as they sat at a solitary table

On the steps of the town hall

Drinking champagne from pristine flutes

I was happy for them

As was the town

But now I am alone

With only the confetti to remind me of their happy day