I wanted to get to know her, but didn’t know how to do it. Instead I kept my distance.

 

Then an opportunity arose, but should I take the chance to engage . . .

 

 

The Strangest Girl I Ever Knew

 

She never gave me a chance.
She went to prom on her own.
But she turned every boy down, when asked to dance.
She just stared into space, as she stood in the corner alone.

I was there, came by myself, as prom was something I didn’t want to miss.

As weird as she was, I wanted to get to know her better.
I wondered if she’d ever gotten a kiss.
And did she reject me, because I didn’t wear a letterman sweater?

However, we never got to talk that night.
And I never saw her smile.
She walked back and forth, moving from her left to her right.
Was she lost, or was this just her style?

Then, as the music played, she began to sway in a mysterious way.
I wanted to approach her, but didn’t think I should.

She seemed to be in her own world, so far and away.
I didn’t know if anybody could.

I hoped she didn’t see me looking in her direction.
I wondered how she’d act if she had.
In a place of her own, there was no way to make a connection.

Her appearing to be in nowhere land made me sad.

I wanted to clutch her hand—
Save her from the craziness she exhibited.

But I knew, she wouldn't understand.
And I was far too inhibited.

Then without warning, she made her way to the center of the dance floor.
She began to move like a girl in a strip club, for all to see.
And to my amazement, I couldn’t believe what I saw.
She started to take off her clothing and shake recklessly.

A young woman, out of control, she swung to the musical beat.
She motioned to me to join her, but I didn’t know what to do.

I wanted this, however, instead of moving toward her, I began to retreat.

She was the strangest girl I ever knew.

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