First draft?

I wrote this today. I'm not sure it's finished and I'm not sure it's any good, but it expresses some things I need to get out and I feel better after writing it.

Elephant

On the first day she wore her favorite white pants. Perfection

for a day in June.

Intrigued,

the boy.

Taken even. Thoroughly,

taken.

Still he wanted,

still she wished.

Inevitably, yes!

Predictably, fail.

And then you ask me,

what kind of girl

does such a thing?