Shy Guts

Shy guts

As I stand here watching, I can’t help but look.

But as I gaze upon your beautiful face, I realize that this idea is a closed book.

Damn, are you kidding? She’s gorgeous!

Her face looks like it was carved by angels.

As soon as a muster the courage to ask her to dance, I second guess my decision.

Maybe she’ll turn me down.

Maybe she thinks I’m not cute.

Maybe she’s leaving.

But my conscience speaks up.

Hey, you,

 Come on, you got this.

I decide to have no regrets in that moment,

My Midwest charm is turned all the way on.

“May I have this dance?”

“Why of course” she answers, “I would love to!”

I lead her to the dance floor as I grasp her hand in mine

As we sway to the beat of the song that’s playing,

She lays down her head on my skinny broad shoulders.

But after that last song, it’s time for both of us to go.

This one night I will never forget, a kiss on the cheek after I saw her one last time,

Until she disappeared that night.

That was a sign I have seen one too many times,

The realization that I would not see her for a while killed me inside once again.

Maybe I’ll never see her again.