You treat your life
as if it were a dance,
carefree and
happy and
light.
And for a short while,
I had the honor
of one of your hands
cupping my shoulderblade,
while the other
was laced with mine
and you led
the both of us
through a song I could have
listened to forever.

I didn't realize that the melody
could end quite so soon.

And I know that you've finally
found a new dance partner,
but still, part of me hopes
that you're missing
being in step with me
as much as I've
been missing it with you.