Next Time
I’m sitting in my car,
all dressed up,
waiting for friends
that will never come.
The excitement over it all
feels so far away now-
almost as if it wasn’t even real.
The new outfit I bought
just for this
doesn’t feel nearly as cute
as it once did.
I check my watch again,
take one last glance
just to see if it was all a trick,
just in case someone showed up.
But it’s still just me,
so I sigh and turn around,
thinking to myself
“Maybe next time,”
even though I already know
how next time will go.