The Scrivener's Jest

I summoned the courage, asked her out, A first time for everything She just smiled, shook her head And said she was thinking of becoming a nun. Now, I lay on my back in the middle of field, Watching the drifting stars, The sound of the party still close by. Trying, so hard, to disappear.

Years later, I would hold her in my arms, She was no nun, But, even then, it was just a moment, A drifting of two souls in space, Occasionally passing, never connecting.