Fandango

What is this fancy little dance we’re doing?

Speed up. No! Slow down.

Now speed up again.

Elfishly playing emotional ping pong

Like two gangly teenagers caught in a game.

 

I feel like I should be passing notes in

Homeroom, subtle hints dressed in disguise,

Or having a friend tell a friend tell a friend

Til I hear that you told someone

You feel the same.

 

We should just silence this foolish fandango,

Accept confrontation, stand face to face.

We’re wasting time dancing round in a circle,

Time we could better spend lost in embrace.