The Red Carnation Ball

Every year my fraternity throws a gala type ball that we call RCB, The Red Carnation Ball. I had never been and was looking forward to taking you to it this year. We were to take the dance floor as the first gay couple to ever have gone. The ball is tonight. All of my brothers have left to spend two days in bliss with friends and one significant other. Yet, I am here. I could have chosen to go with an anxious sorority girl, but what would be the point. All night I'd sit there wishing she was you. Maybe I'll throw on something nice and dance the night away in my dorm alone...wishing, missing, you.