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Undecided
Academic souls hover pass us
like a pair of unwanted tomb stones
on school grounds.
My eyes wandered elsewhere
nervously unabled to meet hers.
And my hands, pocket bounded by the undecided mind
that cannot choose the gesture of its puppets.
My anxious, dry lips unable to utter words
until my tounge clicked.
"Do you have a prom date?"
I asked with a bit of a sigh.
My heart relieved to have finally said
the words in my subconscious
collected cobwebs.
A feeling like that of an unopened cage
housing a thousand different crest of birds
and then all at once, releasing them.
As they fluttered up, they fill the sky
like spilled white paint on black canvas.
Her eyes finally met mine as she uttered the words
"No"
Like a dying man's moment,
a life with her
being my girlfriend, to becoming my wife
flashed before me.
I smiled, ready to ask her to become
my prom pageant princess.
But then she turned around and quickly walked away.
Quicker than you can flip a coin.
I never talked to her again.
