The La(o)st Dance


Lost in each other's eyes,
Rhythm of our synced hearts,
Mingling hot air,
Clasped hands,
Interlaced fingers,
Feather-light steps...

Dancing with you,
It used to be so easy, 
As easy as breathing...








A pause, a silence.
A faltered step.
And the rhythm is forever lost.



But we want to dance.
Gasping for air,
Unmet gaze,
Loosened grip,
Lead-like legs
And we dance,
But for different songs.




We still dance.
Tightening the hold a bit,
Trying to match the steps.
But A slight misstep,
And we would collide,
We could collapse.




So, we still dance
But the careful one,
As if there is only one melody...

                               - Panchami Kabbinahitlu








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