Dance

This is something that I wrote a space of time ago, and I'm putting it here now largely because I am tired, and I do not feel well, and don't think that I am capable of writing anything nearly worth reading, so I'll simplify this for everyone involved. Here is a simple poem, enjoy. Read into it as far as you will.

His hands on her hips,
His breath upon her lips.
Their glances exchanged,
A sorrow deranged.
Emotions held on bated breath,
Ever a question of life and death.
Their dance played out in subtle light,
Illuminating the fancied plight.
A step too far,
The shadowed scar.
Once more reality,
Made her an enemy.
The perfect dance,
Taken as a fated chance.
The game was played,
No words remained.
They left and walked their separate ways,
The walls that darkened with the days.
Him in sorrow as one who seeks,
Her in pain with tears upon her cheeks.
The silence sang into the night,
Each hoping for anything they might.

There is more than one way to read this. I wrote it with specific moments in mind, certain situations, various occurrences. There are semblances of other events in my life, there are also pieces that I doubt even those who know me well would be able to explain completely. It is as it is, and now I will go try to survive through the rest of my day.