Prelude To A Choice

The smile was weak upon her face,
For she looked at me with mild distaste.
That moment I knew that something was wrong,
And that was the start of my sad song.

Slowly, yet surely, the night settled in,
But in our times together, our air was thin.
And as we glared at each other, the moments slight,
I knew then the choice would be made tonight.

Mellow was I, my exuberance was gone.
Her sun in my world had no longer shone.
I needed to know why my star had burnt out,
And what this suspicion and uneasiness was about.

My words to her were cluttered yet certain.
I wanted to stop the drawing of the curtain.
And as she replied with doubt in her voice,
She had chosen instead to postpone her choice.

But in her voice I knew the choice was made,
Yet I didn't want any thoughts of her to fade.
I turned away in dismay and shame.
But I wasn't sure if the final slow dance came.

Unwilling was I to face my fear,
As I knew the end was drawing near.
Yet I reserved my thoughts, for I knew well,
The choice wasn't made, but soon, time will tell.

By Ethan