A Dance In the Dark

He was her dance in the dark that never got past the stroke of midnight, both shared moon's light yet, never did he leave the empty corridors in her mind grief of days swept into years which she could never seem to shake heart's lonely ache as they twirled round and round when she closed her eyes She wondered if his heart, like hers was bound to that moment in time love in its prime torn from two; much too soon now only memories of what was She sat by the window, staring down the lonely drive grey hair shaped around her face a soft light filled the place she held out her hand for the man she mourned for gently he took hold and wisped her through the door She arrived at sixteen in this home of misplaced minds no name of which she could recall nor who she was at all The car wreck she was pulled from left the driver dead no more words were said while she danced in the dark