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     “Across the Dance Floor”
 
He didn’t know
how to approach
her
as she sat
at a table
with some friends
while he leaned
against a wall
alone,
he had seen
her
at the club
a couple of
times
but it only
took once
for him to
fall into what
he thought was
love,
she had walked
by him
on her way
to the bathroom
he could hear
her talking
as her and
her friend
rattled on about
some girl stuff
and boys
her voice
fitting
her body
and look
as if by
design,
she had smiled
at him
or at least
in his direction
as she and
her friend
pushed through
the crowd
back to their
table
causing him
to get even
more nervous
if that was
at all possible,
she seemed so
right for him
that chipped
tooth
of hers
that kept her
from having the
perfect smile
drew him even
deeper
into her appeal,
needing to find
a way into
her world
as he leaned
against the
graffiti on the
wall
he didn’t like
to dance
mostly due to
the fact
that he didn’t
know how
guys don’t tend
to hang out
together
and practice dance
moves,
he could only
come up
with
two viable options
that would get
him
near her
and they were
to buy her
a drink
or ask her
to dance
neither one very
promising
with him having
to be the
one
to execute them,
he looked over
at her table
trying not to
stare
but once his
eyes
locked on to
her beauty
it was so
hard
to get them
to let go
of it
he could pick
out her laugh
through all the
chaotic noise
all around him
as she turns
all her attention
towards one of
her friends
entertaining the
table
with a very
animated story,
he wanted to
go with option
number one
and buy her
a drink
but he didn’t
see her
asking him to
have a seat
at their crowded
table
even if she
did accept his
offer
and asking her
to dance
after that
just didn’t seem
to fit
so he was
going to have
to dance
and if she
said “no”
he could follow
up
with the drink
offer,
he felt a
bead of sweat
roll down his
forehead
pausing
as it hits
the bridge of
his nose
then continuing
down
the side of
his left cheek,
he was really
going to do
this
waiting for the
right song
and a small
opening
in her attention
that he might
be able to
squeeze through,
her table now
on the other
side
of the room
across the dance
floor
from the wall
he was leaning
on now
a fast paced
song
started to make
it’s way out
of the speakers
her table was
quiet
as her friends
looked around,
he stepped on
to the dance
floor
heading in her
direction
like walking in
a dream
brightly colored
lights
flashing through
the machine made
fog
slowing down the
whole world
around him,
he had to
struggle a little
when he finally
got there
to get past
some chairs
blocking her table
breaking up
his smooth entry
he stood over
her table
as she sat
before him
as he asked
her
“if she would
like to dance?”
she looked up
at him
a confused look
on her face
“what?”
was all
she said
he bent down
and asked again
“would you like
to dance?”
she didn’t say
a word
just scrunched up
her nose
and shook her
head “no”
he quickly mumbled
something
which he’s guessing
was an offer
for a drink
a little shake
of her head
“no” again
without the
scrunched
up nose
and he turned
back around
getting stuck in
those same chairs
he heard laughter
behind him
as his foot
finds the dance
floor
not knowing if
it was meant
for him
or not
but it cuts
right through his
heart
just the same,
everything around
him
is moving fast
now
as his life
drops into a
slow motion
crawl
his mind now
remembering
something a friend
said
when he told
her
about this girl
he really liked
and didn’t know
how
to approach
her
she said
“the longest walk
your ever going
to take,
is across that
dance floor
when you go
over
to ask her
to dance”
he’ll have to
remember to
correct her
next time he
sees her,
“the longest walk
he ever took,
was across the
dance floor
back to the
wall
he was leaning
on,
after she said
“no”…
 
     Tom Allen…09-08-2018…