I have no dance partner.
It's just me and the mirror.
My rhythm is a little off.
My towel dropped.
The air is hitting my naked body.
The music is slow.
My hair is wet.
It's just me.
Dancing.

All this time I thought I was the one with the issues.
I guess not.

Come closer.
I won't bite.
Take that back.
Yes I will.
If you want me to.

It pounds on my window                                  I look at the the cloudy skies                           I wonder if you still think about you and I