Christina
He left her on the dance floor.
Her Ceasar on the blend.
Her jubilee of laughter
she danced to heights on end.
As chirping on her cell phone
alerted her to laughter.
and all the unknown callers
were hers for chasing after.
When something interrupted
she couldn't understand.
Her friends were yelling at her
come here; you're still unmanned.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2018
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