A soft, familiar friend
Again, met as strangers
She wears a different face, but you remember her.

The recognition of her hand on your chest
The weight of it as heavy as a burden

She whispers to you sweetly
Her voice is a lullaby to your exhausted soul
You are tempted to dance with her

A slow, tedious waltz in disproportionate time
You forget what you need to remember,
That there are things outside her grasp
You could dance forever

But eventually
The music begins to fade
She becomes a vague memory once again
You forget as much of her as you can

And the sadness goes away

But sometimes,
You hear her lulling voice,
You feel the impression of her hand,
You dance with the thoughts that call her,
And you meet again.