Saturday, 6 April 2013

NaPoWriMo - 6th poem

April 6th

When I saw you on the dance floor
all the sound disappeared.
A cliche, I know, but there was only you and me.
I'd found my rhythm again
but you turned your back, walked away
and I remember that I'd had the last dance once before
then left you standing there.

(part of a series I'm working on)

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