An Ode to Eliot

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.