He holds my hands and pulls me close,
insists that I let him
teach me how to dance;
and I let him.
he seems eager
to spend the rest of the night
with me around,
but my broken heart shyly turns away,
hoping secretly that maybe
we will end up together
at the end of the night.
we drive our separate ways
as it ends both of our nights,
and I wonder if he's wondering the same thing.
how eager I am to share our memories
that we both hold somewhere
in the back of our minds.
all these years and it hasn't come back
til now,
and I can't help but turn these old
black and white memories
into a film playing in color.
he has talent,
poise,
and confidence
with every step he takes.
he's the type to comfort you
and make it feel alright.
though I haven't actually had the right
to call you mine,
I don't mind much
so i'll sit in my spot
and just watch you from afar.
it's alright with me and I can say,
that you are very love worthy.
