You
Spun a
Pirouette
And tumbled away,
Lost in the seething press of flesh;
Obscured in the darkness by the rhythm and the smoke.
I
Catch a
Glimpse of you
Across the dance floor,
Haloed by the light beaming down
Like sunshine through stained glass in an ancient Cathedral.
You
Shoot me
A sad smile,
Wistful and weighted
Down by the distance between us,
Then disappear into the crowd like old memories.
I
Feel your
Absence like
A lapsed Catholic in
A church pew, adrift in a sea
Of nostalgia; hollow, and surrounded by strangers.
“There
Is no
You and I”
I softly whisper,
The sentiment washing away
In the murky, undulating swell of the music. | DS
"There is no you and I." wow.