Wished We Danced
Oh how I wish we danced
what a sight it would have been
the dance I took from him,
you
floating on air, without a care
angelic wings adorned,
music swaying at every soft turn;
me
stepping on your toes
unsure of which step should flow,
teetering on the edge of the ballroom floor,
the sad-faced klutz moving toward the door.
What magic interlude would play a tease
as you hummed every note on key
then broke into soft melodic ease
setting the romantic night moods free.
Just a dream, that's all it was
wanting my love
to fit you like a glove,
but I was always the wallflower that sat
on the sidelines feeling gawky and fat
and in hindsight, looking back
I regret not having trying harder to act.
Wish we danced
had I only taken the chance.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2020
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