my sister's marital love defined dance to me.
a young child putting every ounce of all his frustrated confusing pain into an astonishing life full groove,
channelling loss into beauty.

my failed love, i gifted you
a part of that soulful movement,
hooked by my confidence and
the love we were to give and understand together.
and together we did until
we stepped too ******* eachother's toes.
all his hurt from his grown heart, her sweetness from her, that now switched to her sour, and the power she pressed on the cracks shall be how i break dance.

my best friend, you added boats to that monument.
i fell into your dream
textbook revaluation
of reality.
all his complicated feelings
held so tender, in stillness
like they were heaven-sent
accomplishments to only overcome.

my best friend, hold her tight.
she deserves it just as much as me, our broken hearts had reel from the same grief. the sad truth i know, i can take this alone.
we danced until we couldn't.
in time, i'd gladly take your hands for any last dance, if you are in looking for a partner.