She dances there, in stutter-step,
To match the beating of my heart.
An angel fair, pirouettes forever in my mind, spinning gracefully back and forth.
Every now and then she calls to me, summoning back feelings long since forgotten. Of joy and trust, true love and hope, and for a moment, I remember this is my home. I swore I’d never come back here, but here I am. Memories are weird like that, when you least expect it, they can make you smile.