Three Questions

He asked me, “Would you like to dance?”

Hand in hand

Side by side

I wanted to be in sync with his footsteps

My breath got caught between

An obscene  yes and a novel no

Being tugged by a devil and an angel

Falling from Heaven and slipping into Hell

Losing touch from reality and to fantasy

When he asked me, “Will you be mine?”

If I had known his last question

Daunting on me with friction

I would have never traced a “y”

With its scorching shadow of a lie

Next to an “e”

Just wanting nothing but to flee

But before it could escape

I caught it

And end it with a “s”

Never knowing it had unnecessary stress

Those letters found permanency

On the line of unsure chancy

Of his divine hand

I remembered his last question he ever asked

When he passed me those five words

I will never forward

“Will you forget about us?”