I'm twirling on a ballroom floor. My dress is beautiful, flowing yellow and slightly raising as I turn under his arm. His smile is my domino effect because now I'm smiling. We sway together and everything feels right. But the music it slows and he allows me one final spin but our hands they let loose and where separated. I turn to look at him and give a little bow he acknowledges with the tip of his hat and our dance is over.
I turn away and start to make my way to a bench while I watch dancers sway to music. But its like I'm not there because there locked in each others eyes. And as they sway they bump and brush shoulders with me. But they don't notice. I wonder if this is the same for my domino effect, but I decided it's best if I don't look back. I finish my walk back to this bench I now share with solo dancers and take a seat and simply observe.
Solo dancers come and go, the music speeds up and slows. But I sit and think. I have so much time to think. This party is almost over I pick my self up and decided to make moves. I can dance on my own. And its so much fun I'm comfortable with what whatever the band throws and I twist and shimmy and make a final twirl into the arms of my domino effect who would have known at the end of this party he would have the last dance. Who knew...
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