A Lover’s Waltz
Our last dance?
The moon
Our spotlight,
The nocturnal
Our band
They rhythm
Fades
As our hearts
Sway
Our breath a listless lie
The cold night
Empty,
Yet a welcome touch
To lonely skin
Silhouettes
Echo
Memories
Of a dream gone astray
Our first dance litters the cutting room floor
Fin!
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