Crowds

It's so sticky and dull,
and I watch the others
as they talk,
play,
do,
and I think,
now that all is ready
and everyone else
is enjoying himself,
what is there left
for me to do?
I love to prepare,
but as usual,
the event itself leaves me
feeling nothing.
At least--
I hope--
all those other people who seem so happy
really are.