Ah, the magic of night 

when obligations are over, 

another adulting day in the books. 

 

I rest my weary body, 

set my boggled mind free 

with a little poetry...

 

Your words await

like a teen with a corsage

to take me to the prom,

where we twist and twirl

under twinkling dollar store stars

and a paper moon.

 

Happy memories pop up

among technicolor balloons

that fill the room. 

 

Curtsey, wink, nod.

Salud, to our dance

that’s over way too soon.