Manny

I saw her from a cross the way, her eyes reminded me of the nights back home, she looked at me, and i wondered if she know, would she'd be the only one to see, i wanted to know her name, her friend makes a motion directing us to dance, this where the butterfly began, she was my senior, and i could have been her daughter, but i couldn't see that, i couldn't see her age, what was wrong with me, Manny.... oh my....and she was beautiful; and i wanted to be more then just this girl she danced with for one dance. i tryed to be cool about it, what if she see me for my age, you can tell she want to stay, i want her to stay, but she leaves, she knows i could be her daughter, i wait a moment and pull her back, come back! we dance so close and she wants to trust me, I want to trust her, i want her to trust me. the lights dim and it her and me, just us, our eyes our lips us. We kiss its in the moment but we kiss. suddenly i understand that i am happy, I burt out my want to give her my numbers, she afraid i wont remember her tomorrow, and yet she afraid i will. "i'll give you my number." she whispers to me. I kiss her, should i have kissed her? but did. last dance was called and we didn't want to leave, "but i'm old" how do you tell someone other wise. I tell her i'll call her. i get home and try see if i can forget her but cant I don't know if i should but i do. I call her, no answer................ for two days i wonder i wonder i wonder, the phone ring.