The Way We Danced

The way you smiled, the way I smiled

back at you with nothing but butterflies mapping out

the way I envisioned the night ending in my mind

with your red dress and our red flowers

beaming in the lights of music

danced away with unquenchable tensions

that I thought were coming from both ends

and you said they were when you told me to text you

and I did, and we talked

but nothing else

and I never saw you again

because you were gone

and away in your life - a different school with different friends -

but I didn’t forget about our night together

that one, spontaneous, whirlwind of a night

that ended in nothing but unspoken promises that left me

in a trance of warmth and happiness

but never really happened

the way you promised, the way I promised.