The Waltz Poem by Lindsay Elise

The last time words passed between us,
I was mumbling with a ghost.
My pale skin, reflected in yours
As pale as the ashes of something once great.
I know it was so
Because our eyes, upon meeting
Grabbed hold of each other.
Time slowed to an inflexible waltz.

Our troubled heads danced with thoughts
Of blissful days before
And thoughts of everything
That could have been, but never was.
It was only a moment.
The people around us were moving
out of step – so fast, like bees
but we were dripping with the honey.
Our feet swept through ashes
While we waltzed to the song of remembrance
Still ablaze, yet dying out
And the song is sorrowful.
We spoke no more than two words.
It felt like eternity.
I swear the violins cried
For eternity.