Another night, another wasted opportunity

Hair thrown together on the top of her head

the same high waisted skirt and boots
she donned yesterday when she was one seat
over from her current residence.
Cheeks flushed and smile big,
laughing so much it's almost
annoying but head tilted back
her collarbones protrude and I can
see her life breathing. She gets up
to dance and grabs a girl's hands, they
twist and turn and show the world
what legs were made for. I get up,
I'm going to say something this time.
As my mouth slips apart she slips
by and through the door, she and her
friend running outside screaming
something incoherent but it sounds
just right.