Almost, rivals your smile.
Night wraps warm around us like the
Velvet skimming your shoulders.
The sparkles on your dress,
And in your eyes,
And on all the accoutrements of a
Girl's first high school dance
Are blinding me.
That's what's causing these tears.
They call it Homecoming,
But you're leaving me
A little more
Each day.
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