The Ballet

The melody begins, softly and small,

Rhythmic and sweetly it asks for a dance. 

Gracefully she moves like leaves in the fall,

Her passion is fueled by wild romance.

The audience smiles for they do not know,

The reason she’s here, why she didn’t go.

Her love is a memory, heart aglow, 

But her mind advises her no no no. 

Then emotion engulfs her, sorrow reigns, 

She loses her balance skill falls away,

Pain making her feel her feet are mere flames, 

It is then that she knows no one will stay.

All is quiet as she lies on the stage, 

Her heart is now broken, her mind in a daze. 
 

emi_art_now

NY

15 years old

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  • leaving the heart

    she takes the stairs, 

    her heels click clacking down the hardwood steps. 

    she turns the tarnished silver doorknob, 

    and the door creaks open. 

     

    before her sits a man. 

  • too far to hold

    I catch a glimpse. 

    from afar, 

    the shine of his silky hair in the golden sunlight

    his expression unreadable, 

    as if he's pondering something he'd never tell a soul. 

  • watching him

    Kathy watched out her window as Samuel left his apartment, 

    spit his gum on the ground

    and lit his cigarette. 

    the same as yesterday. 

    the same as every day.