The Last Waltz

Paul Bell

Would the happy couple like to come onto the floor for the first dance
Do you take this woman
Would the man in the crowd like to join them for his last waltz
I now pronounce you
The last waltz
No words to be spoken, he promised
Instead, he watched as she danced out of his life forever
She couldn’t keep his eyes from talking, not now
Does he catch your tears and build an ocean
Does he touch your face when you are sleeping
Does he know your spot of misadventure
Does he, does he, does he
The night drinks to life that should have been
The last dance
Would the happy couple come onto the floor for the final time
Mr and Mrs
Would the man in the crowd like to die now
The final goodbye
You look
Shhhh
She presses
Keepsake
Something Blue.

  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 25th, 2021 04:12
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 22
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • dusk arising

    WOW! It begs the question.... who has the greatest loss..... the man in the crowd or the bride.... maybe the groom is just the fool in the game. ???

    • Paul Bell

      I suppose they all have a part to play.

    • Garth Rakumakoe

      Your brush strokes Mr Bell, are quite something. A picture worth a thousand words is what you wrote here, and you only needed a few. Keep wielding your mighty pen sir. Thank you.

      • Paul Bell

        Less is definitely best.

      • L. B. Mek

        (a great write!
        details, you seemingly stole
        from my own life's, experiences
        as that's how relatable
        your words read..
        thanks for sharing, dear Poet
        and inspiring, my own
        little scribbled reply)
        'Does he
        catch your tears and build an ocean'
        (for you, to swim-in?
        is that why
        you blinked, away
        our goodbye
        with one smooth, dive
        leaping
        from our love's, once
        heady heights
        to the all new, in his
        awaiting, fervent waters)

        • Paul Bell

          I suppose this will resonate with many.
          Though, stealing the odd line off fellow poets is a sign of a good poet borrower.

        • spilleronsheet

          Well what a grand play
          Wonder who had the last laugh
          And who got deceived
          But maybe in love there is no failing but only falling

          • Paul Bell

            I suppose the husband was the real loser.

          • Goldfinch60

            Very intriguing words Paul, one wonders who is the most hurt.

            Andy

            • Paul Bell

              Probably the husband if he ever found out.



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