The Dance

In the past she hid in her myopia
Clinging to yesterday’s utopia,
Closed eyes can’t see the signs…
Of less hellos and more good-byes.

She’s alone, lost in her thoughts
Wondering where it went for naught
There’s a man who’d be lost in her light
As she ponders the vision of hindsight.

She’s more his dream than he being hers
She needs time for wounds to turn to scars,
He’ll cherish the chance for just one dance
And leave their future to hands of fate…