she and i skirted around the edges of love like two well trained ballerinas on stage both knowing a single misstep and we would fall madly and irrevocably into the throes of passion

i stumbled once or twice but her gaze locked on mine gave me the strength to dance on and as she was showered with roses from an adoring crowd i found i could no longer maintain eye contact

at some point between intricate footwork and bandied words the occasional prose struck the right chord and i fell into harmonic dissent as she continued to act as if all was still the same

but that final act that final dance for two became a crowning performance for one as my concentration faltered and i found myself as lost in her as i had been the game with one rule

don’t break it was the only thing that kept me in denial for the entire tour, a madcap dashing between cities, playing front of the crowds that saw the depths in which i sank with sad eyes

it was never my thing, i learned far too late as the curtain closed, i wanted this to be a permanent residency while she wanted to see how far it would go before it all fell apart upon the empty stage