An ode to that girl at Director's Dinner...
With my wolfpack I sat, eating and grunting and laughing, like
a wolfpack might
She entered from the other end, gliding through the air, such
a lovely sight
The crowd stood between us, yet I saw her gleaming, fairer
than a snowflake
So beautiful and serene she was, though I ignored her, as well
as I could fake
For it was a party, she was popular, and my wolfpack sat
with me,
I wanted to stand and take her hand, and confess to her, but
instead I chose to flee
And while she roamed the lawns, the queen of all, my heart
stood shattered
For the words unsaid, the tale untold, because those words could
have mattered
The epitome of beauty, with a heart so pure, never could she
have snubbed me
If only I showed the courage, the will to confess, and not hurriedly
took leave
Without the final adieu I went, watching her, as her friends
took their places
To her side, a place that was mine, but instead filled by unknown
faces
It was resolve I lacked, afraid of the future, afraid of
defeat, afraid of pain
But with the silent goodbye, my future defined, I know I
shall never see her again
A burden I shall carry, throughout my life, wondering what
could have been
With you in my arms, a song on my lips, a new life
won with a lover’s win. 
