the event is over

The event is over,
but people are still here.
I feel selfish for time alone.
In the pictures,
I see Tom with the drum
he's liked for years.
At all the events, he has that drum.
When I was sleeping,
I had dreams about the event
gone wrong.
Now I'm clueless about dinner.
I don't want to make that soup
I thought about.
Ming dishes himself spicy pickles.
It's dark out.
Kelsey is in the other house.
If I go to her,
we'll talk.