Strange Dance

She knew the best place to go.
Round the corner from my derelict excuse for a home.
The place I’d long called my own.
But she always had better ideas, didn’t she?
Knew all the spots that made me feel alive.
I said, "Why don’t we just get on, and cut out the middle?"
Well, I thought it, I couldn’t speak it, it's the thought that counts, isn't that what they say in the movies?
Just not yet, too soon in our strange dance. 

She told me, "Don’t ask questions, they’ll just make you unsure."
And I wished she could see me, wished she’d notice.
But this town, it gets in my way.
And this place, it’s supposed to set me free. That's what I get.
It's this place that gets me, that brings me down, that's what. 

We sat on the edge of that unforgiving bed.
Jagged corners biting as I leaned in, your springs sang a tired song.
Just like me, barely holding on.
I wished you could see me, but I was dressed for that date, waiting for those words to flood back.
Just like the sad movies we used to watch.
On those Saturdays that bled into Sundays.
Back when we were whole, not like that cracked tin of broken biscuits that sat, taking space on the kitchen counter. 

But now, in your space, I can’t forget, the first time we met.
And the warmth I’d lose, that I’ve never known.
A beautiful girl, turning my world inside out.
And I can’t keep pace with the way she moves, the way she feels, like everything’s right.
It’s so easy to lose track, to forget.
It'll happen.
I just might.
No, but this, your arm by my side, my legs draped on your mattress, and for a moment, the whole world stops.
Our strange dance scene plays out as the encore of this line just like in our lives.
Just like you felt me, loved me and left me.
Just like this.