From Across the Room

A little after seven,

we walked onto the patio;

dimly lit bulbs above

our heads led us inside.

Dark purple walls surrounded

us, but I was dressed in

sequins — like I knew

I was ready for

something new.

I looked across the room

expecting to find sticky floors,

cheap shots, and people

dancing slowly to fast songs.

Instead, I found

your bright blue eyes

welcoming me home.

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