Sweaty, dark, crowed dance floor
Everyone packed on like stuffed luggage
Glittering disco ball and bright colorful flashing lights
Allow me to see my partner’s face for a second
Heavy breathing, close contact
My arms around your neck
Your hands on my waist
I’m pressed against your chest
Our legs are brushing up together
I can feel your heart racing and your quick breaths
My eyes are closed
Dried up corsage
Lovely white roses are turning antiqued brown
Your rose pink boutonnière fell into your pocket
Ink black tuxes, bowties, vests
Shiny black patent leather shoes that hurt
Long flowing ball gowns, shirt miniskirts
High heels and petals strewn around
Bare feet thumping on the dance floor
Music blaring into your eardrums
The Last Song
The last soft romantic kiss
It’s midnight
The lights come up