Friday, November 16, 2007

Dancers


You always led, and she followed,
That is how you taught her to dance.

She believed you when you said,
her life was important - in silence and perfect china, she'd find meaning.

She tried her best to make you smile,
you felt like a "man" and she believed that was all that mattered.

Then one day you left her. Her feet don't know how to move, o
blivious that they once had chosen their own maps. She shakes with every step, unsure, laughed at, alone and apologetic.

What do you have to say for yourself?







1 comment:

to buddha said...

very nice,,, but makes me wonder,,,, how does it all come ,,, is it for real,,, & or is it the unreal thats really real....