The Dance
                       by Sqira A. (sqira@notme.com)

I watch them dance before me
One soul in two
Oblivious to those around them
Untouchable even from within

I halted them since
Skipping a beat, steps here and there
They stumbled, they flew
Searching the other, they converge too

I changed the tempo
Missing a bar, heightening the note
They rode it out, seeking far out
Never once stopping, holding on

I held one back
Freeing the other, keeping her
A mistake, an undoing, dire in cuts
Each missed the other, unwilling to part

Together, they dance again
Holding tighter, closer, as ever
It hurts to watch, it pained to see
Making me twitch, clawing to set them away

I was tired, I could not keep up
A dance uninterrupted, continued in all
I breathed defeat, broken and sore
And I could not watch them dance, ever no more