She watched them all, their every move as they turned and swept across the dancefloor.
Every step logged and recorded.
Then at night she danced alone with their shadows.
They were hers

how
difficult it is
to make a choice
to shake awake smell
the coffee face the world
or sleep on wear that or this
do or not to do what I want to do
and should I tie the knot or not
forfeit my liberty or be free
the choice to be in love
and lose your love
or never love
at all