Dance of a Time Past

I finally went dancing again This time my partner was a ghost from the past Their movements so fluid that it felt like I was on an island Their touch so cold I thought I would catch hypothermia Their face so distorted colors bent and contracted around them We twirled and waltzed throughout the night We both knew the steps One step, two step, pause, pull away, pull them in, twirl But something was different I could no longer feel that spark that once was there That electric feeling that sent shivers down my spine is gone I feel nothing as our eyes meet I don't feel the rhythm in my heart I don't feel a sweet sensation meeting my taste buds All that once was is gone I guess that's what it means to dance with a ghost.