Dancing Is Life

-Inspired by Stephen King's 11/22/63 Unexpectedly, I see the newspaper she's at least eighty now, but still undeniably beautiful. I will visit her; maybe, somehow, she'll remember how we danced. I hoped that my love would remember me. Heart to heart we have a connection, our minds connected Love never dies. To travel back in time again to save her, it would do no good, for the past is stubborn. So I stay where, in this time the Land of Now the Land of After hoping she survived the cancer without my interference. So here we are dancing again; She remembers but it's a faint memory, like a dream; she recognizes me and for a minute its all the same how we danced. The past is stubborn, but right now that's okay because I have my love again. -Caroline Youngless