Again
I sat in my dorm, thinking of last night
Of course before I needed to take flight
We swirled to the beat
I got swept off my feet
The song finished with a leap
He smiled, bowing deep
That was when I lost my shoe
Reminded of Calc II
My apology hung in the air
As I fled down the stairs
After midnight I couldn't stay
For the test was the very next day
He smiled with regret
But told me not to fret
For somehow, someway, he would find me again
But though his noble flair
It was I who found him there
Staring through the window
"So, how was your calc test"?
"To be honest, not the best"
He learned my name and I learned his
Ash and Ella
Somehow
Someway
The very next day
Together again
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