Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Memorial Dance Tonight.

At first there were moments when everything was fine.  And then there were hours.  Hours, even, when I knew that she was dead, and it was a sad, but bearable truth.  And then it hit me again.

Tonight I am going to wear a pretty sparkly skirt that I think she would have liked.  And when a swing song comes up, I will not search the room for her.  I will dance it with someone else, and neither of us will be what the other really wants, but both of us will make do.  We are all a little dull in comparison, a little slow. 

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