Whispering.

There was some dancing and a bit of drink.

There was some staring from across the room and some winks.

A few sly grins made their way into the mix.

When you were passing by, the upper of your arm brushed my chest and that was nice also.

We smiled for flashes and hugged friends.

And there was a tad bit more drink.

I held your hand when my dad made the speech.

Colin whispered something into my ear and I cried a little at that.

Lights flicked and candles sparked.

You held my knee when we whispered for a short time.

Then the lights went out and the people all left.

The table cloths were stripped and the cups stacked.

Goodnight friends of mine.

Goodnight friends of yours.

Goodnight, goodnight fear and harm.

Goodnight, goodnight worry and alarm

We've got whispering to do.

We have some tales to tell.