We danced between the lines,
Holding hands along the way
It was something almost professional,
The way we stepped so perfectly in time
Like we had rehearsed it our whole lives but,
It was all so fresh and new
And sometimes we didn't know where to step
And found ourselves holding each other up
But we always made our way.
I guess at some point we stopped being cautious
We let go of the fear of falling
No longer holding each other for balance
As we leapt along the beam-
We lost our stability somewhere.
And you fell, and down you went
"No worries, we can dance again soon."
So we slow our pace to a stroll
A quiet tiptoe along the floor
But we're out of step,
We're stumbling all over,
We no longer know how to communicate
With bodies that once didn't need words.
That once moved together as one
I wonder how we managed before
If it was just some kind of luck
I look back at the scuffs on the floor
And to you, on the other side of the mirror
I begin to dance a solo routine,
Though I still watch you with longing eyes
For there was nothing quite so beautiful
As the way we moved together.
note: hi !! im just getting back into the swing of writing after like 2 months of 0 inspiration and way too much stress so this poem isn't the best but I hope u like it anyway uwu leave feedback n comments as always !! luv u 🌸💗