Our Waltz

Our waltz is not a dance

that I would forget

It wears out the soles of my shoes

and the hours in my day.

Our waltz is not a dance

that I want to share

with anyone but you.

it’s timeless steps and pretend twirls

our ours to hold.

Our waltz is not a dance

that makes any sense

at all.

For I have not a clue

how to dance it

though I’ve done so

for years and years.

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