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.