Walk in This Place
The same music played tonight, the walls and floor held aloft,
similarities ceased to be when I realized you were in the wind.
Spaces where you should have been, activities of consequence,
without your smiling face to share a world once heaven sent.
We are selfish, this is true, spoiled by past appearances.
Can you blame us in this case, when you are a familiar face?
The stars hold positions high, the earth still turns on axis round.
The only taunt that I now face is beauty's absences in this space.
We may only dance once or twice, tiny fraction of this night.
The amount does not relate to the joy brought to my face.
To see you there in joy's embrace, dance's rapture across your face,
is the boon I did desire on this night of partner's lack.
Others move with their own grace, perhaps to dance better or for worst.
This matters not as I seek the total sum of partner fair.
We had not date, no set meeting, and yet I still look to this time
for life's bequest of a partner with which to dance.
I pray that tardiness is the cause of a partner not yet appeared.
Others by door came and went, and your lovely visage did not relent.
To the future I will turn, sorrow etched in my heart,
temporarily I can hope when in the future you walk in this place.
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