For Will
You clumsily, carefully
Attached the roses to my wrist
And I fingered them gently the rest of the night
While you watched with a smile I couldn’t decipher.
It was your idea
To steal the extra bottle of sparkling cider for our table-mates
But it was my genius that hid it beneath the cream-colored coat
Next to a black dress of satin and velvet
And they smiled and admired our finesse
And you grinned back
And that was the only smile I had wanted anyway.
The invocation was sincere
The speaker distinguished and highly decorated
But you were intent upon making me laugh
At all the wrong moments
And even as we earned glares from my serious sister
I lit the mess hall with an irrepressible smile.
We sat back-to-back for three hours straight
Full on people-watching
Half-flirting
Three-quarters listening to the sax and the trombone.
Who needed to whirl across a dance floor
When you could make my head spin
With one pretend pick-up line.
The night was over before I realized the music had stopped
And we walked through gray corridors
My arm in yours
Because you were a gentleman
Who wore a gold-buttoned uniform that I loved.
I was half-asleep on a couch
With your telephone voice in my ear
And we talked for another hour
As though we hadn’t just spent the day together.
You know, you said
You were the most beautiful girl in every room
You were in tonight
Cheeseball, I replied
But you only laughed and said,
You know you like it.
And I did.
We started a club for fellow non-dancers
Established our superiority as private school kids
Nicknamed ourselves Leo (DiCaprio, of course) and Anne (Hathaway, naturally)
And typed away countless hours in endless IM’s.
You decided I wasn’t a total nerd
(You actually kind of liked my grandiloquence)
But suddenly stopped returning the e-mails.
So I was just writing
Just to let you know
I miss you.
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