Dancing
Tonight, I'm dancing
I'm dancing with a memory of you.
A memory so raw
it is just like you were here
your hair floating in an imaginary wind
and your mouth slightly open
as if you were just about to lean down
and kiss me. But we are too busy dancing
your eyes locked onto mine,
your breath warming my cheeks.
For tonight we are dancing
along the side of the road
in our torn jeans for that time
you asked if I would dance with you
on the side of the road
and I said no.
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