Dress Rehearsal

It was somewhat formal;
Our meeting, by the punch bowl.
You wanted nothing to do with the light
and the dance.
I had my nicest shoes on.

Glass after glass,
I'd pour your cup to it's brim.
It was just few drinks until
the ice would start to melt.

Now watered-down;
It was hard to find flavor.

But you were here for the punch.
I had my nicest shoes on.