Will you be mine?
That’s what the four of us sang to you.
I held the last note,
I took my time.
I never expected to be last in line.
You said you were confused,
I was confused at your answer.
Was I just an object or a clever romancer?
I avoided you as I sang through the halls.
Avoiding your gaze as my voice hit the walls.
Not knowing what to say or do
To understand why you left so few.
The options minimized,
I began again.
Careful steps across the broken glass.
Careful not to stop as I passed by.