The Dance: a Sonnet

Once your graceful arms did hold me close
once you whispered in my ear
we talked of life and love and those
were words I cherished most to hear

Yet now we must as strangers act
and in this imbecilic dance engage.
Where once was kinship, nothing lacked;
now only glances leave this cage.

I know your deepest hurts, desires
you know my each and every way
your gentle touch still sets a fire
that is the light for this ballet

Go on pretending, go through the motion
We’ll always have our silent devotion.

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