The Love Song of A. Coloma Girl.
-Prom
Despite the jocks and their princesses,
the tanned long legs and arms white and bare-
I realise; we are all equally downed with light brown hair.
We all grow old
We all grow scared
But tonight-
Tonight, we have shared this special moment.
Whether outside, amongst the stars
where yellow smoke rings form like links in a chain-
Or indoors, where the music swells and even the sweat of the
dancefloor is tinged with joy-
This is our night.
Not theirs.
Not mine.
This soft summer night was shared and yes I dared- for together
-You and I-
We have witnessed the end.
