The Lost Girl

A lonely girl walks down an empty street.
She needs to find someone but there is no one around.
They've all ran out on her.
She's all alone on the empty street staring at a pile of broken glass.
She smiles as she sees the flower growing in the middle of the pile.
The glass has lost its edge thanks to that flower.

Lost in thought she smiles meekly.
The girl imagines what it would have been like to go to the dance.
Her date has brought her a flower, freshly picked from the garden down the street.
She needs to stay calm, too not appear too excited that he actually showed up.
She adjusts the glass clip in her hair, hoping to look distracted.
Despite her attempts her secret is out.

Out in the driveway she follows him out to his car.
For a moment he looks nervous as he searches for his lost keys.
Through the glass window he can see the keys hanging in the ignition.
The girl notices his disheartened look and follows his eyes to the keys.
He needs those keys or they'll be late to the dance.
She tries not to make him feel embarrassed so she plays with her flower, acting calm.

He had wondered if getting her that flower would seem too dorky but now he was glad he picked it.
It helped buy him time to find a way out of his awkward situation.
She needs a way to tell him the door was unlocked without embarrassing him further.
He lost some of his nerve as he noticed her gaze and spotted the unlocked handle.
The girl fakes surprise as he opens the door, making it seem she hadn't even noticed.
He could see through her lie as if it were glass.

She eyes her glass of punch as the two stand on the edge of the dance floor.
The flower he had given her now clipped and slipped into her hair.
The girl knows how hard it is for her date to think straight.
She knows he wants out but would hate himself if he left.
What pride he had left after dealing with the car door seemed lost to him now.
He needs to know what to say, what to do.

She decides she knows what she needs to do.
She sets her glass down on the nearby table.
She knows how to help him find his lost nerve.
She fixes her flower one last time as she smiles at him.
"How about we go out onto the dance floor?" She asks, taking the first step.
Somehow the girl knows exactly what it feels like to be him.

He needs to look at her flower as he replies, too afraid to look her in eye and speak.
As the two head towards the floor he looks back at her glass and is glad he asked her out.
She enjoys being lost in her dream were she can be the girl she always wanted to be rather then alone on an empty street.