The Ten O’Clock Dance
She sits down at the table with
supposedly the man of her dreams.
Smiling through the pain he caused her toes.
They try to talk over the music, nodding at each
other after each statement, not having a clue of
what words were said.
She looks at the clock, dread comes upon her.
It’s almost ten o’clock, when she needs to fulfill her promise
to a guy she thinks is a total pest
so he’ll leave her alone for good.
Still five minutes to go, she can’t take this feeling anymore;
she walks up to her irksome irritant.
He looks up to her and says,
“I knew you’d be eager to dance…”
“Let’s get this over with,” she grumbles.
He beams as she takes his hand and hurries
to the dance floor. She rolls her eyes as a very slow song
starts to play. She cringes as she sees everyone around her holding
each other close.
He gently wraps his arms around her and leads
her in small circle.
She puts her arms on his shoulders, hoping the
song will be short.
“You look gorgeous tonight,” he says in her ear.
“I should thank you, for making my dreams come true.”
Guilt slaps her right in the face. All those years of
pushing him away, making fun of him,
saying terrible things to and about him.
she couldn’t believe how selfish she was.
Now she realizes he was just innocently
pursuing the lady of his dreams.
She sighs and says, “You don’t deserve me. I’ve treated you like
garbage ever since we’ve met.”
“I know. But I want you anyway.”
He softly kisses her cheek and places his head on top of hers.
Her heart melts and tears come to her eyes
as they continue their graceful circle.