We looked like fools,
but you looked so cool
standing there, your elbow
on the counter
and your fingers
wrapped perfectly
around a glass of nonchalance.

You had that mix
of amusement and detachment,
only nodding on occasion
to reservedly give your blessing
to the few songs you approved of.

Us? We danced to every one of them,
like we had no idea our limbs were speaking
in some ridiculous half-baked sign language,
telling everyone
our most embarrassing stories.

You were so cool.
We were such fools.
And still today I feel sorry for you.