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,
our most embarrassing stories.
You were so cool.
We were such fools.
And still today I feel sorry for you.