It's been three hours since it was over

And my feet still hurt

My hair smells like wood smoke from the bonfire

Hairspray

Perfume

And shampoo

And my eyes have that shadowy look

People get when they sleep in eyeliner

Even though I haven't slept yet

I was going to ask you to dance

Like my mom always says

("Ask a boy to dance," she says every time)

And I never do

But I'd finally worked up enough courage

And you had already left

Maybe it's a good thing, but I don't know

I thought I was over you

But I guess I'm not

The remnants of tonight are everywhere—

The smell of my hair

The feel of my eyes

My sore feet and a sharp pain in my right side

The flash of your camera

I've tried to be over you

But I guess it isn't working

Because right now I'm un-over you or something

And all I can really think of is how you looked tonight