Last Dance

The last time I saw you alive you hugged me tight and said my name as we danced. We only moved a few steps but it felt like the music played until the DJ said last call. Little did I know you were teaching me the new step, the step of letting go. Never had I felt the expression of dance embodying my nerves with love from head to toe. I watched over you as you tossed and turned to find comfort with your discomfort... With your pain! I wished I could have shouldered your pain, I wish I could have bottled lighting so you can once again feel the purity of rain. What is a spot light that doesn't dim? An ANGEL! A angel whom memories run through me like a white wall receiving invitation from a projector and its film. My thoughts are lost within its thoughts leaving me vegetated. I ain't much for letting go! As much as I love your new position I hate it. I need your voice, I need to feel your warmth, I need to see your eyes piercing me, I need it.... I need it! Slowly moving left to right as I lead you backwards I felt your breath sigh. I swallowed that breath being breathed; I got you I got you! The world lost focus as God placed our moment in HD. I'm dancing my last dance for the memory of you and me.