“That’ll be $58.16”
The delivery man waited patiently,
hands outstretched for our money,
but tonight, the only other thing we
had was our young love.
Tonight was magic.
Broken fingers,
Fortune cookies,
You in your sky blue Dr. Seuss shirt,
and me shivering in the
sub-zero space between the
hotel lobby and your heart.
But no, tonight we were sophisticated.
Tonight was love.
Nerdy couples,
a fake dance floor,
no room for any of us,
let alone our love;
me teaching you how to Wobble,
you falling all over the place,
but I still remember the way you
smiled at me.
Tonight was serenity.
Long lines to get water,
aching feet,
glitzy strobe lights,
cheesy music,
John Legend,
All of Me, of course.
Room keys that got us nowhere,
except maybe my heart,
and phones that died all too quickly,
just like the night did.
Tonight we were rebellion.
We danced all night,
rushing blood in shaky palms,
Not Coke,
but Dr. Pepper in our cups,
it was just you and me, in
this dizzy world of
hot pink and aqua blue disco lights,
I knew that if I fell, you would catch me,
and no matter how strong I felt,
you still pulled me in
and held me close,
because tonight we didn't care what others thought.
Tonight we were together.
Hands and hearts entwined like leaves on a bush,
young, awkward, naive brushes,
the classic teen nerd couple.
Just for the night at least.
Because even if you could hold me in your hands,
I’d never be the one in your heart.
the heartbreak of missing the happy part of this is greater than it ending