The Dark-Haired Girl

The dark haired girl,

Standing up in front of,

In the middle of,

Surrounded by,

People she hadn’t known.

A dozen eyes watching her

As she put her hand on him,

And her trust on him.

And then

The dark haired girl spun

Slowly

Around,

Chest to chest,

Embarrassed,

Happy,

Heart bustling.

The couches stared

From every direction,

As she looked past him only with eyes closed.

The dark haired girl,

She knew this was a moment

To tell

In voice

And pen,

As she listened,

Scared,

Excited,

To the song in the background.

Alone with him

Until the others stood.

Then the dark haired girl was relieved

To not be watched

To be joined

To step away from his touch

Into one more playful,

More clumsy.

The strangers smiled,

Assuming lies,

As the moment was lost

On purpose

On accident.

The dark haired boy,

He had wanted a moment

With her,

One to be told

Or kept

And he had smiled

While he spun,

At his fortune,

At her.

And now the dark haired girl,

She looks back,

She remembers

With her pen

And never her feet,

And she wishes she would have known.


This poem was typed in January of 2010, but I believe it was first written in 2009. This is another poem with rough drafts in another state.