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In the Ballroom
Distance is the dance we dance.
You take three steps forward. I take three steps backward.
You lean to the right. I lean to the left.
The music no one hears spills over the white walls.
We bow, we smile, we exchange platitudes.
We don't touch.
The book of rules lies open on a nearby table.
If I make a mistake, you hide your face behind a hand-held fan.
I never know when you blush.
I never know when you cry.
We shall never be found in the same place at the same time.
You go here. I go there.
You jump. I crouch.
We shall never meet each other.
One of us will always be late.
You take three steps forward. I take three steps backward.
You lean to the right. I lean to the left.
The music no one hears spills over the white walls.
We bow, we smile, we exchange platitudes.
We don't touch.
The book of rules lies open on a nearby table.
If I make a mistake, you hide your face behind a hand-held fan.
I never know when you blush.
I never know when you cry.
We shall never be found in the same place at the same time.
You go here. I go there.
You jump. I crouch.
We shall never meet each other.
One of us will always be late.
Published 9th May 2012
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