Remember when you took my hand,
we walked out on the floor?
A grin struck wide, so full and grand,
that day I would adore.
While in your arms, I danced on clouds
to music for our soul.
Our hearts would rise above the crowds
and you would have me, whole.
Then life went on it’s merry way,
ever we stayed so near.
But then a new song was to play,
not you or I could hear.
Now on the floor it’s like you sway
with someone else, indeed.
We’re out of step, feet in the way,
our toes all want to bleed.
Your eyes look round but never here,
at me, the one you brought.
Our minds drift off, both wild and free,
this song is all for naught.
Our arms, wrapped round, are cold as ice
It pains us as we prance.
Lets skip these steps, it’s not so nice.
So why not stop this dance?
Kind of a sad and somber poem, this one struck me over lunchtime as I reflected on the recent prompt at Poetic Bloomings.