A Dance in Time
By Katie M. DeLange
A window, a door- a driveway in view
I stand here, like so many times already
Waiting for him to come home
I pace the floor, like years before.
Each step, heartbeat, second- Time
And still no sign of him.
I waltz, alone
The kitchen floor my ballroom
Hear the grandfather clock, my weary metronome.
How much longer? Three minutes? Five?
The anticipation lingers on
I check the clock once more.
My candle is burning low- childlike hope is fading.
How long must I wait?
Surely he misses me too.
Words ring hollow in my mind
He’s on his way.
Oh, the ache and longing for that to be true.
My stomach sinks.
Tears of despair burn and sting my eyes.
I sigh and walk away from the window pain.
Questions, Why?
What did I do?
No answers come. The cut strikes deep.
Time Heals All Wounds.
Put it out of your mind. Keep it out of your life.
It can’t hurt you, if you choose to forget.
Steps moving forward
A beating heart that tries to heal
Years- Time
Moving on, rush ahead, don’t look back.
No time to stop and think…
And remember that window, that door- the weight of it all.
Older now, the past is behind.
But I still find my phantom friend-
Asking me to dance.
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