A Missed Prom

(I'm sorry he stood you up.)

On that night she sat alone,
dressed up in an ellegant blue gown.
She watched the clock tick,
after an hour he still wasn't around.

A sigh exhaled from her made up lips,
rosy red to match her cheeks.
She wasn't a girly girl,
but she'd been planning this for weeks.

And I was a million miles away,
lost somewhere in space.
But if I could have held her hand,
I would have taken his place.

I would have kissed her cheek,
had one last dance.
Under the moon at midnight,
I would have given it a chance.

Don't be sad that he didn't show,
Please be content with your beauty,
and please know:
I would have been there to hold you close,
to show you a wonderful night.
And elate as our souls danced,
and held your warm body tight.