Chapter 69: Regret

I’m driving endlessly with no destination
My companion is still choosing the end of this stagnation
Over four wheels the connection is stronger
Which may be why these trips last far longer
She makes her decision picks a place to be
Undiscouraged, we attend her symphony
We enter in our denim formal dress
Causing so many distress
They whisper to each other as we discuss our books
The disdain is as a fog in their looks
As the lights dim, I feel a whim
20 dollars buys an open door
from an underpaid usher
and as the first movement ends
I leave my seat and my company follows to see the reality I bend
And in the hall where music can waft so clearly
We waltz courtly, and I hold dearly
Returning to more envious glances
Comes from those who saw the dances
And as she lays her head on my shoulder
I wish I were bolder