Published on April 25, 2006 By Death_By_Beebles In Poetry
Excited, nervous
We ran out of conversation
and just listened to music
and stared out of windows

We sang and laughed
as friends made fools of themselves
as we made fools of ourselves

In the middle, on the floor
we were the only ones with a
Slow dance for a fast song
as I held you in my arms
and never felt more alive

And every day I wonder
when I see your smiling face
if I'd ever truly been alive
without you.

Comments
on Apr 25, 2006
This is good, maybe a little too brief, but perhaps, that's the point of such moments.
on Apr 25, 2006
I think it's perfect
on Apr 26, 2006
hooray! wonderful job, I think I may know what inspired this? nudge nudge !!