you said you'd call.
my hair was in perfect curls
and my dress,
just a little see-through,
hit my thigh
and i waited

waited for you to pick me up
and sweep me away
i waited
you said you'd call

i fielded other invites
my hair started to go limp
and my dress still skimmed
my thighs.
i waited.
i almost wasted my good hair day
on your call that would never come.

i left.
my curls tousled by the night
my dress danced around me
you called
but i had already left
you never saw me that night