Sunday, October 24, 2010

The Dance

We begin the dance as we always do
The same words, the same looks, he holds out his hand
I take the stand, the arms come around
The words are the same the thought begin
They come out, slowly to begin, he says tell me, tell me I need to know
I want to help, I’m here for you
But what I say, we have heard before
He angers, what you say, we have said before, you need to get over this, its your problem, we dance
The same words, I can’t dance with him again
He wants to help, but he doesn’t want to dance
He stops his dance, I’m left
He doesn’t understand that I can’t dance alone
I need to finish this dance, we need to, we need to finish, its not over
I need to work out the steps, the words, they sometimes need to be said over to me
Just like a dance, sometimes it takes time to learn the steps

1 comment:

  1. Your "Dance" so much like life. Sometimes words we can only say to a stranger, words we've spoken to those close to us becomes less loud with each saying, less loud till they are mere whispers, and then silent. Hope you two are doing well. Maybe one more dance will help. You're in my prayers. OYC