You step forward,
I step backward...
You smile elegantly,
I turn my head...
You grip on my hand,
I grab you, by your waist...
No sentences, No promises
We dance,
Your tears roll down,
I watch you...
My jaw clenchs,
You observe...
Yet, No words are said
Pain, is swallowed deep
We resume the dance,
You look into me,
I look into you...
You feel me,
I feel you...
Yet, all we feel is...
Regret, dead passion, pain
Yet, we don't speak...
We end the dance with a goodbye.


© M.K. Remus