A Dance
How gently you folded into my arms
that brief moment we danced.
Your long, black hair fell over my arm
and poured about my elbow.
There was only us, a closeness
too severe to be dismissed.
Closeness so complete
to drive reason to weep.
A dance all too short,
a dance that never ended.
A dance seen by no one,
a dance forgotten;
A dance, just a dance…
Copyright © Albert Lee | Year Posted 2010
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