She won't call;
she'll say that it was because of the wine,
and because she is still shy,
like she said that she was when she was a kid,
like in the high school cheerleader picture
that she sent to me, tonight.

She indicated to me, tonight, that it was a no go,
that she was practical, that she would never
leave where she was, and that I belonged
where I was.

Come to think of it, maybe that is the real reason
that she won't call; why get something started
that can't happen anyway.