A true story from my awkward youth.
I summoned the courage, asked her out,
A first time for everything
She just smiled, shook her head
And said she was thinking of becoming a nun.
Now, I lay on my back in the middle of field,
Watching the drifting stars,
The sound of the party still close by.
Trying, so hard, to disappear.
Years later, I would hold her in my arms,
She was no nun,
But, even then, it was just a moment,
A drifting of two souls in space,
Occasionally passing, never connecting.