The Wrong Girl

Love poem

I stepped outside
To walk my date
To her father's car

When I returned
They wouldn't allow me
Back into the dance

So, we danced
You in the gym
Me in the doorway

You were beautiful
I'm your black dress
And more - you were lovely

There was a kindness to your manner
A simplicity
The knowledge that you
Didn't have to waste your time with me
But you did anyway -
By choice - free will

The music played
You in my arms
I wondered
If maybe I'd been chasing
The wrong girl
All that time