• alekthepoet 10w

    Dancing Alone

    I wish I told you
    how beautiful you were,
    dancing alone.

    And not just pretty,
    though that you sure
    were too, and I’m kicking
    myself for not having
    that courage either.

    But your beauty was
    one of strength,
    a resolve within
    yourself that you
    are all you need.

    I don’t mind being alone,
    and I’m often more
    secure in my
    own little den.

    But when I’m not
    alone I can’t be alone.

    May I borrow your strength?

    I wish I told you
    how beautiful you were,
    dancing alone.

    But maybe it’s best
    I left it.

    Left that impression
    seared into my skull,
    of you swaying in
    your own embrace.

    I’m glad we shared a smile,
    before you carried on
    into your own self,
    while I lost mine
    on a floor of misfits.

    -
    by ©alekthepoet