Our Last Dance

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 01, 2018

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All he had was one more chance,

One last song for their last dance.

He pulled her close while rhythms played.

She gently squeezed as they softly swayed.

 

Like waves in resting seas

They stepped and turned with every breeze.

He closed his eyes, then held her tight

Beneath the stars of a moonless night.

 

He opened his eyes, her gleam had faded.

Her legs were weak, her eyes were jaded.

Her voice was meek, she spoke so slow.

Her skin was withered, then fell like snow.

 

He awoke in the walls of an empty home,

Fatigued, broken, and all alone.

He clenched his hands through the air

In dying hope that she was there.

 

He stared at her photo beside his bed

While her laugh echoed inside his head.

He thought of that night he couldn’t hide,

That haunting night when his daughter died.


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