Post Climactic (Aftermath)

Her eyes lit up as she opened the future.
If only she knew the means of my venture.
My prize, to her, it fitted her so.
And all through the night her face was aglow.

But along with the joy, as well there was tension.
I realised this, so paid full attention.
Calm and collected, I gathered my thoughts,
Though as the night progresses I felt so distraught.

This was so, as I felt no progression.
Throughout all my triumph, there was no succession.
Somehow I wished, but my wish came never.
That we could have drawn much closer together.

Again was I denied of face,
My plight once more, ended in disgrace.
Alas this night had drawn to an end.
There was nothing to do now but try again.

All this waiting makes me numb,
But the final slow dance will soon come.
For soon enough my faith will lose voice,
And time will force her to make a choice.

By Ethan