The Last Dance

Slow music
Slow dancing
His hands on my waist
My arms wrapped around his shoulders
Eyes interlocked
Hypnotised, lovestruck
We sway with the music
I close my eyes
I see him
I feel him in my bones
But who is this I’m dancing with?
Does he even know me?
Does he even know I’m his?
But he’s not here
I may fall for this guy I’m dancing with
What about him?
He needs me
I need him too
But this man right here soothes my pain
Without even knowing I’m aching
I hold his hand
My chest aches
I push him away
He looks at me, worried
I beg him to let me go
He begs me to stay
I look into his eyes and a tear rolls down my face
He holds my face
I’m scared
I ask him to stop
He pulls back, apologizes
I run away
I miss home
I miss being loved
I long for affection
Yet I push the ones who love me away
Maybe I’m scared of being loved
Because everyone who has ever loved me has left
