He moved me slowly, tenderly around the floor. I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent. I floated, and with every step, I longed for my love to be the one holding me. But he would not put his arms around me. He would not come to embrace me. I am alone. My dance is a dance of longing - longing to be complete again. And I get to pretend for four minutes at a time. When the one I want to dance with for four million minutes isn't coming. He's not. Ever. I know that. I will arrive alone and leave alone. My soul crying with every fleeting step.
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