The Last Dance

Bridget Webber
Sep 2, 2018 · 1 min read

a poem

It was the last time she was to dance
Before her feet turned to clay
So she held him close to her breast
Exchanging his heartbeat with her own
Feeling his breath on her cheek.
Touching the tips of his shoes
Lightly on hers as they
Waltzed with eyes melting…

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Bridget Webber

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I write about wellbeing and emotional intelligence, laced with personal insights, humor, poetry, and anecdotes.

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