Reminiscing about the prom I never had,
the one I'd imagined differently.
I thought the room would be dimly lit,
in a soft shade of blue.
And there would've been a bowl of red punch
just like in the movies,
and slow dancing to old hits playing on loud speakers,
and a bigger smile on my face.
Instead I got a bad meal
with people I barely knew,
and vodka sodas,
and plastic furniture,
and drunken yelling.
Yet, between hollow goodbyes and speeches
and promises of reunions,
there were a few good moments with the people
I would actually continue talking to after that night.
I wish the latter would've played a bigger part
in the whole thing;
I wish I could do it all over again.