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