If you could hear the music once more,
Would you take my hand, to the dance floor?
Would we recall each step we knew,
Or falter on the path we never grew?
Would I grasp at the chance,
To share with you this last dance?

I shouldn’t.
I couldn’t.
I won’t.

For this last dance,
Belongs to a heart,
Worthy of my embrace.


— Sincerely, Boris