The Little Hedgehog

Sigh. Sixth and last day of dance. Gonna miss seeing that gal. Bright. Cheerful. And a heck younger. If there were an antithesis to me, that would be her. Although partner swapping was necessary, we stuck together on the 2nd lesson. And then I partnered someone else for the entire 3rd lesson. And that was that.

Cold shoulders, snubbing. Maybe I read too much. Maybe I should have stuck with her, just as she stuck with me on the 2nd lesson. Never managed a dance with her - not even today. Maybe because I was jealous. Maybe because I know that things will not be.

Gonna need to patch that little hole - things that can never be should not be nurtured.

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Oh satin swallow of the skies,
Why have you perched on me?
For far will you be,
And high will you fly,
But all I can do is look up from below,
In that lithe form that twirls with graceful beauty.

Oh satin swallow of the skies,
When will you depart from me?
Though I long for you,
But it can never be;
Worlds apart, across chasms and canyons I peer,
At that figure which I may never see again.

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Victoria