The ance we’ve shared

I’ve danced with you so many times in my head, sometimes it’s hard for me to go to bed, I don’t want to wake up from the dance with you, as the lights begin to turn on that’s our queue, to dance until the sun rise, but when I wake up apart of me dies

You’re not here with me, the last thing I see before I wake up is your smile, leaving captured all day lasting a while, then time flies and I can’t wait for the chance, for us to continue our dance

• -Thepoetwhoneverwas