One Last Time Poem by Courtney Shanahan

A small light shadows your face
You walk into the room holding a black rose
A flower so small but worth everything
Inking colour contrasts your eyes

The sun goes down and I turn to the corner
You start forward, a perfect stride
A hand motions for me to dance
I accept with a racing heartbeat

I catch my breath
Your hand trails to the small of my back
And you pulled me closer
Gently, we dance… One last time!