It’s been awhile since we danced.
That song is playing and I’m here all alone.
Last time I closed my eyes, like magic you appeared. We weren’t mismatched, but we were in the same place.
The dancehall was a bit rustic. I didn’t care.
I couldn’t look you in the eyes because mine were full of tears.
The first time we danced to this song, I was a little bit, held in your arms.
Now, all grown up, I’m too big for that. But I still find a way to wedge myself into your comforting circle.
Here or there, your long, long presence is felt.
Thank you for the dance.
Copyright © 2012 Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter
Music Suggestion: Am I Dreaming, Atlantic Starr