Silver sparkles
Lost in a sea of purple fabric
Hair singed straight
Face painted
Laces stealing my breath away

Bittersweet, the hug
From an oft-absent father
The sinking feeling, unsatisfied
Without a clue as to why
Dread mounting, anxiety shouting

“You’ll be the prettiest girl at Prom”

Matte black
Broken by a silver bowtie
Hair combed back
Neat and orderly, obscuring
The sea of butterflies I hide

Euphoric, the hug
From the lady I’ll escort
Bright flashes in my eyes
Thumps of congratulations, I am
The lucky man to take the prettiest girl to the ball

“May I have this dance?”

Losing friends is like
Heartfelt with cradle of love
Friendship to where we lost
Between the horizon and the clouds
From time to time
Wonder how can i see u again?
They say u are the best
Then left without memory
Did what was surprised for us
As the day comes in and out
To show losing energy
Within its population
Of harvesting new friends
But not losing friends.

                     By K-mari ©2016