The last dance; it was done.

The last tune; it had played.

We looked at each other and laughed

But we knew it was the last laugh.

We never held hands.

For fate, destiny call it what you will

Held us firmly in its hands.

So we just stood there.

The chasm between us growing immense.

The music still echoed; a hollow sound.

We had already become the past.

Stepping in opposite directions we left the dance floor.

Moonwillow 27th march 2005