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Last night the distance burned

As I watched Charlotte dance

Her swirling grace and wonder

In half-lit rooms of night.


A tidal wave of words

Swelled stirred within my head

Fell, drowned silent, from my mouth

Beneath another’s voice.


But in my head we danced

To music from my heart

And words I’d never spoken

We held each other tight.


And now the music dies

Cold lights reclaim their life

And I am left with nothings

But dreams that might have been.