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Apr 2019
they are in there now
and they are dancing
slow and sensually
just the way we used to do
and I can see them moving
but I cannot hear the music

that is their
special place now
and I wish it wasn't true
I guess my feelings are
still a little bit bitter
and so often
the pain  
I feel shoot right through me
like the current times
a million yesterday's

are all stacked up
just beyond my  periphery
where I can almost always see them
if I don't try too hard
I mean
to pay them any real attention
or dwell upon that
which time does not allow
none of that
will stave off my memories
that a smell or word or those certain sunsets
suddenly coming along  and  reminding me
of how it was once the two of us
who used to hold so tight and slowly dance
but I always know
that they are there and dancing
In that special spot
that we once had shared

I know I cannot hear... the music
all it takes  is for me
to close my eyes and I see
the movement... that
will remain..., with me forever
that special place...
....within my brain

You will ... for all time... remain within me.

So ...I...am ...dan -cing!
Keith W Fletcher
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Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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