One Last Dance

One last dance with her memory,
one last twirl to the song not played
with yet another tear to fall
another tear is shed in dismay.
The dance takes place in the shadows
of a regret to never be forgotten,
a whiff of the stench that permeates,
a memory of an opportunity spoiled and mistake rotten.
He moves his feet from side to side
in step with the song to remind.
He searches for a repentance unnecessary
and an illusive peace he can't find.
His arm reaches around the waist
to rest on the back of her ghost,
a hip he would give all the world to feel,
the soul he misses the absolute most.
The music goes as if in slow motion,
yet, like her life, quickly flies by
in the moment where two souls feel each other
to show one another both are still alive,
his feet take him in circles around
no longer shackled by embarrassment's chains
while the circle carries him away from the lot
and into the field, the vessel-filled plains.
The music finally manages to cease
as the moment in which he reveled is rendered dead
just in time to step at her once dancing feet
and to brush over, to say goodbye to her marble head.