All the dances where you showed up hoping to meet someone
or you had met someone and hoped to see them on that wooden floor,
under those bright lights—somewhere in the bubbling crowd—
or you had broken up with someone or they had ended it with you
and you hoped to God you would not cross them in any long line.
All the laces you tied, the socks you pulled on, the tank tops
you sweated through. Nothing could have prepared you
for...
