The Dance

I wrote this in one of my classes at school. I'd love some outside opinions.

Swirling, Flying
Spinning through the fog
Round and round in heated fury
He pulls me closer

We tense and relax
We laugh and we cry
In frenzied order we move

Suddenly he stumbles
I stumble too
He loses control
We are spiraling down

I lose his hands
He falls back,
away, out of sight

I am left standing alone