What would've happened
Had I not been away,
Prettying myself up for the show where I wasn't seen
But by one person
Who probably didn't care
And wouldn't notice
And had been here,
And watching people make fools of themselves
And dance and sigh
And look deep into each other's eyes
And what if you were there?
What if you were feeling awkward
Like I was
As we hung out by the cooler
Watching people slowdance
With the ones they loved
Would you set down your Dr. Pepper
And ask me to dance?
Would I reply with a breathless "Sure"?
And would we step out on the floor
Ignoring the eyes watching us
Ignoring all but each other
Knowing that they were thinking
That we were out of our minds
To randomly decide to dance?
They'd look at us and wonder,
Wonder what happened that'd make us so bold
As to dance with someone we've barely even talked to?
And would we break apart reluctantly as the song finished
And go back to our drinks
And say something retarded to break the tension
Even though we knew that we loved each other
And would remember this as the best moment
We've had in forever?
But you were there.
You were standing awkwardly
As the others slowdanced
And watched them rotate to the music
That played so sad, so sweet,
And thought of me.
Thought of me, as I played my songs
As I took part in the sweetest tale of love
Conquering all binds.
As I was merely in the background
And not on the stage.
I thought of you too.
What would've happened if I'd skipped out
On the opportunity to be a part
A part of a long-ago memory
That's faded and no longer as sweet
But not painful, much;
Just shimmering and lovely and sad?
What if I'd been there to pine over a love
That I thought'd never happen
And watched as you stood at the other end of the floor
Watching the couples dance
And neither of us were brave enough
To ask the other to dance
And feel the mutual attraction
Flood our bodies with a warm feeling
That'd keep flowing, even long after
The song was done
And instead stayed with our respective friends
And acted as aloof as ever?
Would I have regretted not being a part
Of the performance, sweet and sad
And possibly missed an opportunity to requite
A love (for once) instead of wasting time
Sighing over you?
Who knows where the untaken path leads.