It's a Choice We've Got to Make
It’s a Choice We’ve Got to Make
“I’m sick of life being interesting,” she said
So who am I to judge?
With a quick motion, I threw back my cane
I held her
And we swayed to the rhythm of a solid breath
I could hear it in every footstep
As the air swayed around us
I could hear it
Her eyes into mine created a new tune
A bridge that had not yet been gapped
A line that had not been walked
This dance was my forte
I was invincible
I was god
The music played from my fingertips
To every bump on her gooseflesh skin
Every shivering breath
Just one not after another
I thought it ended kind of perfect
Her eyes twinkled to the tune of my whisper in her ear
Telling her I love her and to never let go…
She never promised the same
Before she said
She had to go
I refused to let go
But my grasp isn’t so great
Not as great as her will to live
And let go…
She left…
I’m lost
Without a partner it isn’t a gig
I’m a soloist now
Dancing alone
To a broken song
It’s a choice we’ve got to make
The fact that I’m hurting and I came here…
The fact that I’ll admit my fault,
I lost
I need sleep
I need to collect who I am again
I need to say goodbye
…I don’t want to say goodbye
September 25, 2009