the last waltz

this will be

the first 

and the last 

dance 

we'll share 

I'll be wearing pink

riding high on a childhood dream

waltzing 

like it's 1945

and you 

will wear a dark suit

matching the depth of your eyes

your eyes

which will tell me everything I need to know

even though we know our love has died

you will spin me round

my skirt twirling in the night air 

and hold me a little closer 

until the song slows

and the record stops

you will hide your pain from me

and pretend it's not goodbye 

when we leave the ballroom

but as I turn back, 

your jacket over my shoulders

I'll realize

first love

never dies completely

it just sinks

to the bottom of your heart 

like a body in the east river

and I know then

I will not miss you

but I will always love you