Dim lights blend with muted colors
and shadows amidst the music
and noise of teens dancing, heavy
shoes on a wooden floor, drumming
and pounding into one hazed memory
of decades long gone by: standing alone,
this wall-flower, a young man fades
dark against a darkening wall.
It’s a memory that feeds his loneliness,
even now as time, these decades passing
and moving forward, year after year,
a wall-flower still, pressed flat,
faded and gray, a loneliness growing
in the darkness of a hazed memory.
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