dear eddie,
’twas so long ago when
we were “just kids” and
my eyelashes must have
flirted above the chitchat
in the hallway of high school
you phoned to ask me to the
banquet (no dances then)
but said you’d meet me there
(because neither of us drove yet)
my face flushed, heart fluttered
i’d already said “yes” when my
mother, frowning, observed: “if
this is a date, he should pick you
up properly, with parental escort.”
“but we’re just friends,” i insisted
and took my imagination shopping
to purchase a flowery maxi dress
for the freshman/sophomore event
when i arrived, i stood by your side
both feeling awkward until we each
turned to our same-gendered friends
and found separate places at tables
decorated with no risk or obligation
i learned i should listen to my
mother’s advice and i understand
that you are still single, edwin, but
please know that after all these years,
i do accept your unspoken apology.
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