blending in, not expecting
anything from the night
beyond an outside perspective.
You killed that thought
with the force of a speeding semi.
You, Polaris compared to my faded flickering light.
You, glimmering, a firework in front of a
backdrop of emptiness.
A small hand grab,
yours clutching mine,
skin as soft as silk.
Five words, and it all changed.
"Do you want to dance?"
Our bodies, such a close fit,
like two puzzle pieces that almost go together
The rest of the world did not disappear.
We did not enter our own little moment.
We did not connect on a most intimate level.
But it was still fun.
Moving and gyrating,
not really along with the music but
who cares right?
After a short while you,
you in your semi drunk state,
wanted to converse for a while.
still, no spark.
But no matter, it was enjoyable nonetheless.
We changed our minds.
Back to the dance floor we walked,
hands raised above the crowd,
wading through the sludge of people.
Moving and gyrating again,
this time with less enthusiasm.
After one short tune you,
you with eyes filled with obvious boredom
said you would be right back.
I waited, standing alone on the floor,
twenty five minutes.
You, you, the party girl,
you probably won't even remember me.
But who cares, right?
I never even learned your name.