This is the last of four poems I wrote about Liz and i and our constant battles with our illnesses. This one I wrote the day she told me they said they could no longer help her. The complete set is called Learning to Dance...Someday you will see the other three.
The Dance was Lost
By:SRJ.
©March 18, 2008
The light began to fade,
The dance floor was all scraped.
I’d Tangoed my will,
I’d found my way.
The Dance without Lizzie is never the same.
I tried to hold on,
The best that I could.
Her hand lost my grip,
And she was carried away.
All at once I saw her sway.
She’d joined the last dance,
The one that I always fought.
I have to help her was my only thought.
Try as I might I was meant to lose,
The dance I needed to save her groove.
Our eyes wept as she danced away,
Lost forever, until that final day,
When we will all dance our way
To a much better place.
So, I learned to dance,
I’d Tangoed my will and my way.
From this last dance,
For now,
I sorrowfully walked away.
