That Night
The picture hangs on the beige wall
edges fraying
aging with time
no longer a clear memory
but foggy and far
a recent goodbye
we are laughing with anxious smiles
young and restless
happy and denied
wearing red dresses as we spin into the night
calm but ecstatic
as music glides
hanging onto our adolescent times
we dance away
avoiding goodbye
as we go back home, ears ringing, faces tingling
it's nonstop chatter
competitive smiles
and now the only reason to remember that night
is one photograph
hanging through time
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