Last thing at night
her eyes close
on her way to dream
of things that might have been.

She walks through the door
heading to the dance floor.
Feeling the music vibes
she comes alive.

Her body and legs in time
happy thoughts in her mind.
***** dancing living again
just like then.

The flashing lights
the eyes of the guys
she was the queen
of the floor
nobody could more.

Not only could she move
but she looked good too.
A models face
and the figure
legs slim
She only had eyes for him.

The music always
made her smile
she knew
that in time
come what may
they would be together
one day.

If this a fairy tale
it would have a happy end.
The truth is if she were
a bird she would be
a swan with broken wings.

No longer able to dance
only in dreams
living memories
of what might have been.