I danced with your ghost

It’s true what they say

about Grief and the ball in the box.

I’m on a dancefloor in October,

I confess I haven’t thought of you for some days

but I can see you there,

dancing, arms and legs in time. Movements so small, so big.

Tonight you would have laughed at the floor.

Left early, maybe.

There would have been an uproar, but we would have

let you go.

Tonight though, tonight I’m selfish. Tonight I won’t.

Tonight you’re with me on the tube. With me on the walk home.

We should do this again sometime.

We’ll do this again.