It's been like this all night,
We exchange nervous glances...
I continuously get punch,
to wet my parched throat
I hear her talk,
And I see her face...
I wonder what she thinks of me...
I see her halfway across the room,
Of crowded people...
She is looking this way,
So I turn my head to avoid her gaze...
She is walking this way,
Her body shimmering in the artificial light....
Should I walk forward?
Or go back?
Step to the side?
Should I say hello?
I push all of my fear into,
A tight ball and swallow it...
Our eyes lock instantly,
I open my mouth to say something,
but she walks past,
And into the arms of her boyfriend...
That ball of fear...
Turns into a wave of choking tears...
A small voice whispers into my head,

Better luck next time....fool...