The Dance

A daydream sonnet echoes
a happy accident
while we remain dancing
the world has moved on.
Some stop to watch
as I dance invisibly
with a beating heart they cannot see.
Whispering thoughts
carried by melodic romance;
ballroom dancing in a back alley;
some club that died long ago.
a brief unsung ripple
changing everything,
serendipitous lovers watching the stars,
watching others watching us,
dancing until fate intervenes
You were my Cinderella dance
with my heart still on repeat,
even years later
we're still dancing.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was 19 at the time and one night, I was out at a club a cute guy asked me to slow dance. Madonna's "Crazy For You" was playing. My heart was beating and he was so cute and sweet with a big smile. He held me close and hugged me. I was so impressionable it was one of my first slow dances with a guy. When the song ended, he gave me a great big smile and said thank you. He walked away and his hand still lingered in my fingers until we let go. It was closing time and he was leaving with his friends. I stood by the side of the dance floor moonstruck as he walked away. I never, ever saw him again after that night. I don't recall if he told me his name. But of all the weekends I danced there, that one night, that one dance, still remains permanently branded in my mind. Isn't that strange? That was back in 1994. So many decades ago and it still lingers in my memory. I wouldn't know him if I saw him today. Everyone once in a while, I still remember him. That's where this poem comes in.

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