Dance
I open my eyes wide
As i look around the floor
Pushed forwards by unseeing hands
Away from any excuses and away from the door
I feel the bass fly through my feet
and the smells of a hundred perfumes slip through my nose
my heart pounds as i feel the fear grip me tight
wishing someone would tell me its all a dream
My eyes search the crowd for a familiar face
as i wonder through this foreign place
i lose my breath as i see
Her.
Her.
Her?
Her, im sure of it and my breath floats away and doesn't come back
Never again i said
Never again
its happening
again.
I feel the tear, as it burns deep in my soul, remembering the past
talks, and- the talk
the talk
the final talk, the one that stole my heart
the last talk
i start to panic, feeling the fear well up in my chest
i grab for my cell hoping to receive help
but i stop, realizing, this is my chance to make things right
i stroll over to her with uncanny confidence, and open my mouth
but instead of words coming out i hear a familiar voice
next class we have a test
my eyes open wide, burning in the sudden brightness of the class
my hands sweaty from clenching my cell phone
and i remember last night, the talk
i look at the cell display hoping to see one missed call
or even a friendly text
but all i see is the same blank screen
and as the tear hits the desk i walk on to my next class
waiting, waiting, waiting.
Copyright © Bradley Smith | Year Posted 2008
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