I’m closer to thirty Not thriving or flirty A movie you enjoyed. I thought it would be you, I got up that night from your second couch, The thought of asking you to dance flew through my hazy mind At the last second the music changed, Almost as if, arranged By a higher power One that knew our doomed future One that knew, you would leave me with wounds that could never be fixed with sutures I’m still dance less Maybe, in an alternate universe, the right guy would finally walk up to me, hand outstretched, and ask me I, in turn, would say yes Instantly hexed