TheCourtRose

I ask you to forgive me this broken, crooked dance, though dancing is what we do- who we are A divine collision of skin, heart and limb It continues, the music has never stopped long enough for us to catch our breath Take stock of broken fingers and toes, to ponder the missteps of the past  In rare moments, when silence is stretching between beats, I find there isn't much I wouldn't give to have your understanding The dance continues, the music moves on My wish an echo on the floor, a sound to never reach your ears Perhaps, one day, our steps will reach each other again and I will find the heart to tell you

I. Didn't occur to me that the dashboard should have lights- until I got lost Driving at night, got used to squinting under streetlights, guessing at the speedometer It's funny what the mind can adapt to But when the truck died and a friendly jump sparked the engine, the possibility of lights suddenly loomed into view It was a button, you see Just to the left Small and insignificant to the immediate eye It needed a slight turn In the sudden illumination, moving forward was that much easier  II. The white halls are dark, a white so clinical it permeates the bones faster than eyes adjust Overhead, broken lights stab into the black, accusing fingers pointing down at a stranger creeping forward Each turn shivers the spine more and more Until the end, on the last turn, rounding the final bend to find a corner awash in light, with a simple, black coffin It is my coffin It is waiting for me