Dance With Me?

Ballroom Dancers Brain Lanker NG~
He didn’t like Valentines Day,
It served as a blatant reminder
of big red beating hearts.
He had been bleeding black
since he walked away
from the only women
he had ever truly loved.
Now all these years later,
Shapes of her dancing
a perfect waltz
assemble in his mind,
then dissolve,
getting weaker each year,
but no less piercing.
Now he sees those days
as wasteful, sad and tragic…
times that changed the whole
course of his life – and maybe hers.
She loved him then – he knew.
But while everyone else was
living, dancing, moving…
He had left her,
Without ending the dance,
or even mentioning
that he loved her.
© 2013 DiAnne Ebejer
image by B. Lanker for National Geographic

About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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3 Responses to Dance With Me?

  1. Pingback: Dance With Me? « West Coast Review

  2. Moving, sad…DiAnne. Some day, my friend, I will ask about him!


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