I inactive remember,
How you held my hand
And you knew,
where to lead.
Our dance
He didn't request music.
Just breathe,
My hand
on your shoulder.
A glass of wine,
No rush at night.
Look,
That undressed me
of the full day
and left
Safe.
And today,
Increasingly
I'm looking for you.
And I can't find it.
I'm sitting right here,
And I feel like,
That I touch
absences.
There you are.
You're breathing.
You're talking.
And yet
Less and less
You in you.
Sometimes I feel like
reach out your hand
and check,
Is he going to hold her again?
male,
who knew my rhythm
And he could drive me.
Are you?
Because it hurts the most.
Not that,
You can go.
It hurts to think,
Maybe you've left,
And I'm still
I'm dancing with you.
