We dance in an enclosed white box,
You led me to the center stage, then
Held my hand and guided me in a waltz.
You said something,
but I could not catch it.
Your eyes locked to mine
but I see past it.
All I felt amidst the all-too familiar floor
And our fragile, reluctant punches,
Was the pain on my feet, worsening
As you whirled and I twirled.
Mar 31, 2024
Mar 31, 2024 at 11:27 AM UTC
We dance in an enclosed white box,
You led me to the center stage, then
Held my hand and guided me in a waltz.
You said something,
but I could not catch it.
Your eyes locked to mine
but I see past it.
All I felt amidst the all-too familiar floor
And our fragile, reluctant punches,
Was the pain on my feet, worsening
As you whirled and I twirled.