Save the Last Dance for me

Never let me go (Isha's poem)

And once again we dance

"For old times' sake."

you whisper.

I let my head rest

on your shoulder

and breathe in your smell.

You hum near my ear

a low soft hum

humming your once-favourite song.

My fingers on your back

feel the familiar softness

of your old blue checked cotton shirt.

You lift my chin

and touch my cheek,

flicking the salty moisture away with your right thumb.

I look down

and under my breath I say a prayer

willing time to stop or turn back.

The song ends,

the music changes,

you stop dancing.

I take your gentle hand in mine

and we walk away

together one last time.

P.S. Becoz Isha said it goes with the tone of the blog. :)