The Last Dance
To whom it may concern,
We wrote in a rhythm that was soft and slow
Between the lines where we could go
You brought the bass, I brought the breeze,
Dancing together, pens moved fluidly
No label fit yet promises were made
Ones said were real never to fade
You spoke in beats, I answered low
And in between I thought we’d grow
But then you left without a sound
No soft goodbye, no common ground
No final line, no open door
No last dance, no nothing more
I searched the space you used to be
A half-lit room inside of me
The words we built began to fade
Yet my heart still hoped you’d stay
But hope gets tired, worn and thin
So I turned the page, let healing in
You won’t return, and that’s okay
Some people aren’t meant to stay
So I end our chapter, close a book of shame
No bitter ink nor shades of blame
You were the verse, I was the theme
For a little while, we shared a dream
And when you paused, I took the floor
Not begging you to give me more.
I danced alone, and in that space
I found my strength, my quiet grace
So here’s to us, the brief, the bright
The words, the rhythm, and the light
No bitter end, no final blow….
Just love, and time, and letting go
Love always,
Brenda
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2025
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