The First Dance - Narrative Poem Over Music Listened to in Class

 Standing in white, waiting with bated breath

 A simple service, managing to last ten years

 A kiss, so short, but so lovely, holding the promise of more

 A dance – the first – in the middle of a circle of cheers and toasts, all wishing the best of luck

 A backtrack, followed with a familiar beat, and a laugh from me

 A grin in response to the song, the first song we had ever danced to back when we first met

 Melting between songs, each with a different tempo and mood, bringing out different crowds with different dances

 All of our songs, ranked from most favorite to least, playing in a row, ending with a single slow dace.

 An empty floor, occupied only by us pressed together and muttering nothings into the other’s ear

The promise of a start, an end, and a forever