We once lived in a world of music, <br />a world where the tune infused our bodies. <br />The dance floor was ours alone, <br />be it at home or on the town. <br /> <br />Suddenly the music stopped, <br />your body slipping from mine. <br />No warnings given, <br />no soft kiss goodbye. <br /> <br />The music never came back, <br />not after all these years. <br />Some have tried to make me return, <br />but you stole that part of who I am. <br /> <br />I dance only in my mind, <br />but occasionally when I am alone. <br />I also sing like my heart is breaking, <br />never having been repaired since that day. <br /> <br />I want to dance again, <br />feeling the flow of the music. <br />I want to feel a body against me, <br />combining into sweet liquid motion. <br /> <br />The music fills my spirit, <br />soothing my demons. <br />The dance fuels my despair, <br />slicing old wounds with each step. <br /> <br />So tonight I sit here watching from afar, <br />wishing I had the strength to take you in my arms. <br />Some day I may put the past where it belongs, <br />but sadly tonight is not the night.<br /><br />Brian Hinckley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-in-the-corners-of-my-mind/
