This Dance Again

So you're home once more for the holidays. Perhaps I'll be invited to attend. To sit by your side, not just as a friend. 

Maybe if we cross under a bundle of mistletoe, perhaps I could lay that one menacing wonder finally to rest.

Since you're home for the holidays.


But, more likely, as always, I will be peeking through the frosted glass window into your happy life. I will shiver from the chilled winds of rejection. Knowing all to well that I may not be the best fit, I am certainly a better match than your normal selection of beauty and niceties.

So once more, we do this dance, though I sway on the outskirts of your stage, I continue to wait patiently should your hand ever extend my way.