The Prom Dress

Everyday my Prom Dress hangs

Hanging in my closet

Everyday it looks out at me

Telling me not to worry

“Do not fret my Little Heart,”

She says to me four months before

“Everything will be just right.

Just wait and you shall see.”

But I wait and wait

Days and weeks and months

Every day he walks by me

No matter what my Prom Dress says

“He will come my Little Heart,”

She persists to me one day

“He is simply gathering up his courage.

It is no easy thing you know.”

So I continue on my solitary wait

Day in and day out

Still we talk and laugh together

But with no indication of prom night

“Oh dearest Prom Dress!

What ever am I to do?

He asks me not of that Saturday night

And it comes closer every day!”

“Do not worry my Little Heart,”

My Prom Dress continues to insist

“He will come around to you

And put that smile upon your face.”

But lo and behold!

It is the Monday before

And still he asks not

Of Prom night and such

Now it is Wednesday

Three days to go

Such short time left

Until Prom night arrives

Friday is here and so is he

But the word ‘Prom’

Never once passes his lips

And so I drive home in tears

“Prom Dress! Oh Prom Dress!

It is far too late!

He never once asked

Or mentioned Prom night!”

“My darling Little Heart

It is never too late.

Never too late it is

To save a young lady’s heart.”

Friday night and Saturday morning

One blur of tears

No wink was slept or dream dreamt

All through-out the night

“Sweetest and beloved Little Heart

What ever is that matter?

Why do you sniffle and cry

Rather than get up and get ready?”

“Oh my Prom Dress!

It is of no use!

He will not be there tonight

And I will be so lonely!”

“Lovely Little Heart of mine

Take my sound advice

Have a warm shower and fix your hair

Put me on and we shall go together.”

But sick I was of my Prom Dress

Her counsel helped me not

So I snatched her from the closet

And ripped her into shreds

Amidst the sound of tearing gossamer

The doorbell rang below

For down there on my front door step

Was him, asking to be my date.