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Mar 2016
I'm sorry, you say
Your words are like a dance
Choreographed
Practiced over and over
Flowing
Smoothly, delicately, gracefully
The apologies rhythmically flowing into the "It-won't-happen-again"'s
The section where you tell me you want to fix it
To make it right
To go back to how things were.
You'll do anything,
Be anything,
Say...anything.
You pause
It's my turn to join in the dance
My moves are rough in comparison to your elegance
More jagged
I'm hurting, angry, broken, unsure if I can trust what you say
We continue the dance side by side
Your moves getting bigger as mine get smaller
I slowly begin to dance more like you until our choreography becomes the same
Soon we are matching in our "I-love-you"'s
The dance slows to a graceful finish and we are in each other's arms
That is...
Until the music starts again.
And we repeat until the end of eternity
But what....I wonder.
What happens when I finally stop dancing?
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