No Second Chances
One night, I dreamt about the lines in the sixth stanza of this poem and, when I awoke , I quickly made a note of them. Then, when I woke up the next morning, I wrote this poem.
When he first saw her,
His heart began to flutter;
When she smiled at him,
Goosebumps crept across his skin.
Her name was Alia, she said;
He told her his name was Shawn;
The smile that appeared across her face
Made his heart skip in delight.
Over a year passed since then
And he had not met her again.
He hoped to see her once more
To see her talk,
To see her laugh.
Then one day,
He got his chance,
She was still the same—
The same smile,
The same laugh.
She appeared happy
To see him again,
And so was he.
He stared at her in wonder,
Wondering if she would answer
The one question
That had been haunting him
All year round.
He opened his mouth
She looked at him expectantly,
But his voice failed him
And he closed it again.
A small voice
Whispered in his head:
“Grab this chance,
For there are no second chances.”
Her brother entered the scene just then,
To offer her a dance;
She looked at Shawn once,
And politely declined.
Moments passed, before she said:
“What is it that troubles your mind?”
Startled, he looked up,
He smiled, as a small voice
Whispered in his head:
“Grab this chance,
For there are no second chances.”
“Well,” he replied,
“I was wondering,
If you would grace me
As my partner tonight.”
The delight on her face
Was a sight to behold—
One that he would cherish forever.
He knew then
That he made the right choice.