Suspension of Disbelief

My hand on your shoulder; Your hand on my waist. We shuffle across the ballroom. The other dancers swoon by us-- Elegant and graceful Perfect and in sync. We struggle to keep some sense of rhythm between us But I'm two steps ahead of the tune While you drag your feet. There is nothing here but we pretend For the sake of our parents And for the sake of our children. But most of all we pretend for our own sake Because I'm too scared to see the truth. You'd rather prowl the streets for teenagers And have me die alone with the cats. I don't know what I want. But, when has that ever mattered?