Dim lights, romantic music,
Blue-purple poufy dress,
Black tuxedo matching purple vest.
“Pretend like you like me, for once,” I jokingly insist.
A blinding flash,
A moment captured as another passes.
We’re on the dance floor now,
Lights dim further.
It’s a slow dance.
A scene out of the My Best Friend's Wedding.
My clammy hands rested on her waist,
Her arms cradle my neck like a wedding day bouquet.
Time nearly stops, and life melts around us
I question myself,
Should I go for it?
Hazel eyes, bright warm smile, long flowing blonde hair,
The chemistry is there.
I lean in.
Our lips an inch away.
A finger appears between our breaths.
It all fizzles and melts away.
I’m brought back.
This time the professor mixes the contents,
A volumetric flask erupts.
Foamy purple goo overflows,
Suddenly I’m there again.
Walking in, hands intertwined.
Purple-blue poufy dress, black tux, matching vest,
“Let’s go get our picture taken,” she says.
It burns in my mind.