Dancing In The Corners Of My Mind - Poem by Brian Hinckley
We once lived in a world of music,
a world where the tune infused our bodies.
The dance floor was ours alone,
be it at home or on the town.
Suddenly the music stopped,
your body slipping from mine.
No warnings given,
no soft kiss goodbye.
The music never came back,
not after all these years.
Some have tried to make me return,
but you stole that part of who I am.
I dance only in my mind,
but occasionally when I am alone.
I also sing like my heart is breaking,
never having been repaired since that day.
I want to dance again,
feeling the flow of the music.
I want to feel a body against me,
combining into sweet liquid motion.
The music fills my spirit,
soothing my demons.
The dance fuels my despair,
slicing old wounds with each step.
So tonight I sit here watching from afar,
wishing I had the strength to take you in my arms.
Some day I may put the past where it belongs,
but sadly tonight is not the night.
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