It’s a Choice We’ve Got to Make

“I’m sick of life being interesting,” she said

So who am I to judge?

With a quick motion, I threw back my cane

I held her

And we swayed to the rhythm of a solid breath

I could hear it in every footstep

As the air swayed around us

I could hear it

Her eyes into mine created a new tune

A bridge that had not yet been gapped

A line that had not been walked

This dance was my forte

I was invincible

I was god

The music played from my fingertips

To every bump on her gooseflesh skin

Every shivering breath

Just one not after another

I thought it ended kind of perfect

Her eyes twinkled to the tune of my whisper in her ear

Telling her I love her and to never let go…

She never promised the same

Before she said

She had to go

I refused to let go

But my grasp isn’t so great

Not as great as her will to live

And let go…

She left…

I’m lost

Without a partner it isn’t a gig

I’m a soloist now

Dancing alone

To a broken song

It’s a choice we’ve got to make

The fact that I’m hurting and I came here…

The fact that I’ll admit my fault,

I lost

I need sleep

I need to collect who I am again

I need to say goodbye

…I don’t want to say goodbye

September 25, 2009