Hey stranger,
I had gripped your hands hard when we did some waltz
You gripped back.
The disco lights kissed your face.
It had given you the entire floor.
The music shifted to upbeat
and your dance moves were somehow weird
but then I found myself following your steps.
I was doing the same weird routine that you just invented.
Somehow the beating of my heart imitated the fast paced beat of the song.
It was wrong
or was it?
The DJ switched the music again
it was another ballad.
We swayed our hearts out.
I was lured by your long lashes.
I expected someone else tonight.
But then there was an impulse.
The stories were not yet told and yet
I felt bold.
It is as if I have known you a long time ago
Now, I'm longing for you.
It is wrong
or is it?
The night died.
So was our story.
Now all I can do is visit that memory of you in my dreams.
In my dreams alone
where we are a stranger to each other
but with feelings that are long known.
Tonight, I will be laid to rest.
I will play the song that you said you liked.
Tonight, I will once again reminisce that night.
It was a loose end.
It sparked hope for better days.
It was nothing but a secret to keep.
It was a bittersweet memory.
It will forever be an incomplete rhapsody.