Thursday, July 1, 2010

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. :)


Gustaf Valström said...

I can't believe the felly's written a guest post for toi n not for moi :P

Tangled up in blue... said...

Uh huh, yeah! At this point, I wish there were a feminine version of 'bros before hoes' that I cud say to you.

Aah, got it! "sisters before misters" :P

T. said...

Waaaaaat???? Isha???? writing a pomme??

Talk abouuuuut hidden talent!

Srishti said...

Cute poem. :)

Tangled up in blue... said...

T., you know our Isha has many many many "hidden talents" :D

@ Srishti, I'll tell her.. I thought it was seriously cute too!

Aporia said...

This, it's sweet.

Deeksha said...

Sisters before misters!!!
I love it.