To the Dancer:

Though our dance was brief
I’m happy to have danced it with you.
Though our time spent was short
I cherish every moment.
Though we may never dance again
My heart is not sore
Nor is my face weeping.
Because my soul knows that it is blessed to have known yours
And to have but only one dance in the
Fleeting moments of life
Brings to it an abundance of
Everlasting happiness
That permeates its entire being.

I was lost in our destructive dance.
So ignorant of the consequences.
That I did not see the one thing done wrong.
Among a million things done right.
But to say that I regret having danced with you.
Would be far from the truth.
My soul is happy to have done this waltz.

My pain is brought through the pain of another.
Brought upon himself by his aching heart
Because we danced this dance.
And lost ourselves in a moment of bliss.

So now we dance
But not together
Alone.
To give me a chance to right these wrongs
And rebuild bridges that were burnt down
In our fiery dance.

Oh, dear dancer
Our time on the dance floor
Is done.
But only for a moment
My soul is still happy despite it all.

Young men don’t need pardons
For the desires, we give into
So, dear dancer
If we should meet again
Please, save the last dance for me…