He likes to waltz

In and out of my life

Twirls me around

with pretty words

perfectly timed with the music

and my weakness.

And he takes small parts of me:

a heart shard,

a soul fragment,

Every time he goes.

I know he'll never stay-

his attention lasts

only as long as the music-

But still, I hope.

And I hope it's soon

Because he takes more and more

and there's not much left I can give

Before it's all gone

and he has no reason to return.