September 04, 2003

Saturday Night (9/2003: Rhet 146)

Friends near by
glass in hand
straw bent back.
Moving casually with the beat.
Eyes constantly wandering
hoping someone else’s
will meet mine.

So many beautiful faces.
All too good for me.
I tell myself all the time.
Yet I continue to look
until I’m drawn to one.
Something intrigues me,
her eyes, her smile…

Mustn’t look too long.
Have to look nonchalant.
What can I say?
Something more than “Hi.
What’s your name?
What’s your major?”
Something intersesting, memorable

Nothing comes to me.
Who am I kidding?
I’ll embarrass myself.
She’ll laugh and walk away.
I’ll feel worse than I already do.
What little confidence I have
will be completely gone.

Posted by dpetrella at September 4, 2003 12:39 PM
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