A Tune Out of Line

Dim the lights low and let me dance, To the memory of you engraved in my brain. As they lowered you to your palace with a timing, My whole being, drained. Mentally, emotionally, physically, You tore. Yet you gave everything up willing, I couldn’t bother to ask for more. A twirl for the laughs, A sashay for the tears. Don’t brighten the lights just yet, I’m still mourning for my dear. Sway, sway, sway through the room, The drums in beat to your beatings, The piano, o! The piano, In tune with your teachings. A tune for a dance that has been meticulously practiced, And, as repulsive as it may sound, I HAVE dreamt of dancing to this tune before. Before, You were lowered. Before, criers of the spheres arrived. Before, all else. Before our reality has turned into nothing but a memory that I now sway to. Therefore… Dim the lights low and let me dance, Let me wallow, Let me die slowly inside, Let me twirl till my heart’s content, Let me rejoice for the greater good, To the memory of you engraved in my brain. As they lowered you to your palace with a timing, My whole being, drained. Aeilnnorvy. S