This is all that remains
A box of spent breath
And when the dancing stopped
You bowed and then left.

I gathered my skirts
And after you sped
Last view of your coat-tails
I curtsied too late.

Your coat wasn’t caught
On a nail at the door
It could have…..It should have
I’ll see you no more.

This is all that remains
A box of minced songs
And when the singing stopped
You’re gone and I long.

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    Andrew J. Sacks says

    daphnia, sensitive, sensuous, and memorable. Very good!

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    Nancy Duci Denofio says

    Very nice work, and I am sure many people can relate to your heart – after reading it. Sincerely, Nancy

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