it was over before we knew it, the dance had come to an end, just another high-school fairy-tale, with a postit note on the cover, it was a chance encounter between us, as our eyes met one last time, you walked back to your date when it was over, and I walked back to mine, we knew not where we'd be, 10 or 20 years from now, who we married or fallen in love with, or how many late night cries; but for a moment all was peaceful, for a moment we held center stage, somewhere on the East Coast, in a gymnasium, full of dreams...... by joshua farmer copyright 9-15-98