Come dance with me

like you used to.

I miss that feeling

of closeness.

Of warm

radiating love.

Your breath-taking kisses.

Your fingers twirling my hair.

It's been so long.

But the memory still

vibrates in my soul.

Our feet barely moving.

Our hearts telling us

to remember each beat.

Were there others in the room?

I don't recall.

The whisper of your voice

in my ear,

making promises

you could never keep.

But I believed each one.

And, somehow, I think

you did, too.

It was easier that way.

For a long time.

But the love you claimed 

we would share forever

eventually died a very slow

and painful death.

Sometimes I wonder where you are.

But mostly I am able to brush

that thought away from my mind.

What difference does it make.

You're not here anymore.

But I can still darken the room

and play the songs we

used to dance to.

And for a few moments,

I can still hear your heart

speaking to mine.

Until the music stops.