The Way You Dance

An ode to my Best Friend

I wish I could write
The way you dance;
To make my words bend the air around me
The way your movement leaves the air speechless.
I want to touch
The plan of clouds you walk on
I want to write
The way you dance.

I want to dance
The way your presence changes the room.
I want to hold your smile
In the palm of my hands
And your comfort
Deep in my lungs.

I shed your absence
In tears down my cheeks
And blood that leaks from my bones.
I cry your beauty into oblivion
And the jars on God’s favorite shelf.

Any criticism of how passionately I love has been overruled
By the deep-rooted affection
I bleed so freely for you, my friend.
Your friendship has been God’s gift to my drowning heart
And your absence has been God’s gift to my growing soul.

But if I could control it
You and I would spend eternity
On the same plane,
The same clouds,
Dancing until the air bends
And loses its words.

I would trip over my toes
And you would catch me
And pull me back onto my feet.
Your movements would pull me in until my crooked steps
Fall in line
And I gracefully forget that I can’t dance
The way your presence changes the room.

Until my crooked steps fall in line
And I gracefully forget that I can’t write
The way you dance.