I do not dance anymore,
not since you scampered away
with the drumbeat of your heart
it stops, so did the gracefulness
in my steps,
I lose my footing at the gravesite
you stumbled into the coffin, sealed.
maybe I will learn to listen in another way
in another heart that once was yours
I will combine all the hearts to beat your rhythm
hopefully, I will yield to the urge
and dance your memory in my footings
©leodavon
L