There he is
The room is dark but you know his shadow, his heart
His face, the way his lips part when he mouths your name
The distance between the two of you, the age gap that frightens everyone but the two of you
You look at him and he looks at you and a glass drops
It may be him
It may be you
It has been 2 years of questions and cautious dates and easy fights
A fear of love from both sides
You have never been good at commitment, you have always feared losing the upper-hand
He has grown so used to being alone that any other way of life is startling to him
It is precarious, risky
Much waiting, much fear
He is a man and you are still a girl
But it works, although it is not easy
He is still yours, in the end
Your twin soul, your equal in humor and beauty and intelligence and manipulation
You play his game with ease
Still
After so long
YOU ARE READING
We Can Still Dance
PoetryIn this world, there are painters and writers, teachers and philosophers. Theorists and dancers. People. Complex, enigmatic, people like you and me. People with stories. This book is a collection of poems, based on events experienced by anyone an...
