It was a bright fall day.
Spirit was in the air of the stadium.
I was down here.
They were up there.
I scanned the crowd with intense eyes
I saw one face I knew.
One who I asked to a dance.
Two years in a row.
She said yes both times.
She backed out both times.
As she waved to me, I wanted to feel okay with it.
Down there, with all the performers, I felt alone.
I raised my arm.
I made a fist.
I extended a finger.
And I still look back with joy thinking about her reaction.
I could feel the control in her eyes stagnate.
I was liberated from her teasing grasp.
I could finally hope to dance again.
Copyright © Drake Henning | Year Posted 2018
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