You and I alone on a wedding dance floor
trying to keep the party alive
The barn all dark save for string lights 
And soft purple
As we turned my views changed again and again
Over your shoulder, the bride and groom making rounds
Until eventually they came our way to say
There was one song left

Since the couple’s exit that night
The bride and I haven’t talked that much
If she called me right now I’d ask her about her new town
But in my memory of bouquets and string lights
There I’d still be
Wishing desperately for her and her groom
To join the dancers on the floor once more

Long gone are the days of
Mine and the bride’s school dances,
mornings waiting at the bus stop before school,
and choir rehearsals

Yes, I’d ask her about her town
I’d remember the wedding

But truly? Some 13 year old version of me would ask
some 13 year old version of her
How she’s doing now
with all this settling down