lonely at prom
shouldn’t i attend?
I’ll observe the blissful populaces
dancing with other blissful populaces.
And note how they gaze:
face to face,
eye to eye,
mouth to mouth,
whilst embracing
hand in hand
with their ever clinging inamorata,
while i’ll be dressed up
and desolated.
the entire time
ill tip toe in white shoes
across space;
discovering the other
side of jealousy;
formulating excuses
to stay here and observe the
euphoric galaxy, i envy.