It made you happy that I left.
I don't like making you happy that way,
Because it means there's less of me.
It means I don't get to dance all the way 'til the stroke of midnight.
You think I should go home early
And be sad like you,
Be glum.
It makes you happy when I'm glum.
 You gloat.

But you don't know,
I'm not going home.
I'm going to a grove of trees deep in the woods,
A perfect clearing,
A round, ring ballroom.
I will shed all my clothes and petticoats and stockings
And hang them on limbs
All the way there,
And when I get to the vaulted ballroom
With stars shining directly over my head and into my eyes,
I will be naked and happy,
And I will dance all night
And right into tomorrow,
Right into the very sunrise itself!

-jenn