Prom

Eyes watered all evening—

They aren’t used to so much dang makeup.

Throat was sore because the music was so loud,

We were all screaming

“I love your dress.”

Really?

Hair was a mess because the wind

Stirred it up like

My future

And worry

Stir me up.

That rascal.

But

Heart was full,

Because friends,

The gems and gents

Of the world.