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The Dance of Life

Widow's dance with first love and demons

By Moon DesertPublished 4 years ago Updated 10 months ago 1 min read
Edvard Munch, "The Dance of Life" or "Life's Dance", oil on canvas, 1899-1900

I sit alone in my vast house

After you left me last fall

It was sudden, no one could have foreseen

And yet I still reminisce

Our love at first sight

Across the room at the whereabouts

Of a country club

Where was the so-called Dance Night

I went there alone, not a soul

Could invite me in

But I, as brave as a soldier, decided otherwise

Despite all the obstacles in the world

It was a world war dancing around our throats

When we first spoke

My voice was trembling as I had never seen you before

Me – timid like a lamb

In my new floral dress

I was doing pirouettes on the dance floor

Twisting my feet

In incredible moves

Not used to it

Impossibly

Shy

When you came around

Out of the blue giving me your hand

We have danced all our lives

To the music we both knew

From the beginning

Of this melody

In our separate ears

Heard continuously

Throughout our life

Shared together until the last moments

Until the last breath

Took it all away

From me –

Now a widow

Fighting with yours and mine demons

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Thank you for reading!

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About the Creator

Moon Desert

UK-based

BA in Cultural Studies

Unsplash

Crime Fiction: Love

Poetry: Friend

Psychology: Salvation

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