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I changed my mind.
At the last moment,
I watched him across the room,
and changed my mind.
Hot sweat of an August night,
drinking late, clammy hands
we touch. We touch without
looking, and so confused,
we ignore the elephant in the room.
Sitting in a corner, so dark,
discussing the opportunities of a
bright youth, so ready for life.
And I, clinging to a last hope of
feeling just as he, for him to see me.
Auburn hair, tall, intelligent. When all he could see
were the fair-haired around him.
It was late.
One last chance.
And I changed my mind.