The Dance of Life
Widow's dance with first love and demons
I sit alone in my vast house
After you left me last fall
It was sudden, no one could have foreseen
And yet I still reminisce
Our love at first sight
Across the room at the whereabouts
Of a country club
Where was the so-called Dance Night
I went there alone, not a soul
Could invite me in
But I, as brave as a soldier, decided otherwise
Despite all the obstacles in the world
It was a world war dancing around our throats
When we first spoke
My voice was trembling as I had never seen you before
Me – timid like a lamb
In my new floral dress
I was doing pirouettes on the dance floor
Twisting my feet
In incredible moves
Not used to it
Impossibly
Shy
When you came around
Out of the blue giving me your hand
We have danced all our lives
To the music we both knew
From the beginning
Of this melody
In our separate ears
Heard continuously
Throughout our life
Shared together until the last moments
Until the last breath
Took it all away
From me –
Now a widow
Fighting with yours and mine demons
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