"May I have this next dance?"

This is just a short poem I wrote after a Winter Ball I went to. I don't know why I wrote it, either because I was very tired, or I was still mad at the gentlemen for abandoning me after a dance instead of escorting me to wherever I wanted to go (that always drove me crazy.)

Even though it's short and silly, and probably neither of us has actually experienced it, I want you to try to picture what it would be like. A large room. Music. Many people dancing. Your eye is just on one, and has been many years. However, he's never asked you to dance and you don't expect him to now. And then, he turns and looks you in the eye. He starts to walk towards you...


Ten years I'd been waiting for:
"May I have this next dance?"
And as he came across the dance floor,
I knew the moment had come at last.

"May I have this next dance, please?"
He might have said, "Be mine!"
"Of course you may," I said and squeezed
His hand that was held inside of mine.

Floating out on the dance floor,
The music filled the air.
Music I had loved so much before,
But right now, I didn't think to care.

And he danced with me that night,
Such a moment of joy
Ever printed on my mind. That sight
I wont ever forget till I die.

Then the lights dimmed and blacked out
The music was no more.
He smiled, and turned, and then went out.
Alone I watched, there on the dance floor.

Written December 14th, 2010