Graduation
When I look back and see
those bright white lights,
those colored balloons in clusters,
I think about regret.ƒ|
You danced gracelessly,
and I didn¡¦t dance at all. ƒn
Would it have hurtƒn
to tap your fabric shoulder?
Maybe it would have ruined that
night, and the crystal perfection
of our conciliatory wine glassesƒz
the sparkling ginger ale, our laughter
like the rapidly rising bubbles in
our drinks.
I think about regret.
I regret thinking of this.
Copyright © Steph Mcbride | Year Posted 2006
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