The center of attraction

There is a center,
somewhere in a sparkling room
full of people,
in a city, in an year,
where you're the attraction.

People are gathered around you,
you're their source of light,
some only aspire to come near,
and some who do, are burnt like moths,
and yet eager to touch again,
while other, gentler flames
sit alone in corners.

You know everyone, and can keep them interested
for any amount of time, throughout the night,
you know what drives each of them,
and can be all those different things at the same time.

I don't know how you feel now,
when all that is past,
a flame can only burn so long.
I wish I knew what you feel now,
but I can't help feeling,
that in all that knowing,
the only person you failed to figure out,
was you.