A poem for Thursday morning

ONE LAST DANCE

 

One last dance

She always asks me

For one last dance

Not supposed to be even tempted

Can’t help the need

She always asks me anyway

Knowing I will relent

She knows her allure

Knows I am weak

 

Tells me she can make the pain go away

Fill all the empty little places

In my heart

In my soul

Most of the time she is right

Just a little bit

Just a taste

Just a strip tease

It is your life she says

Make what you want from it

The glory days are still here

Just dance with me one more time

You are so beautiful

To me anyway she says…

 

She lies

 

She asks me to dance in the dark with her

No-one will see

No-one will know

No-one will care

 

She lies

 

 

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