It’s a pain to remember
But a pleasure to have met
To have danced
To a song
With no clear end
To have danced along
In perfect steps
We will never practice again
My happiness
Rubs the ache
Out of the memory,
I’ve folded
Your woven scent
Neatly,
Packed it
Into an opened drawer
With all my remnants
Of you
I’ll close it
But never lock it away
I am not regretful
I still wear it
When our song
Surfs through the airwaves
But this time
I dance to it alone.
Meeting your absent steps
Not too long
Before my tears
Reach my lashes
And the memory
Of what was…
Aches me.