Saturday, April 26, 2008

Unfinished Dance

And we dance,
As time dies away.

And we know,
Death be as it may,

We dance forever,
forever and a day.

He'll miss her.
He'll stare at that picture.
She'll always be there,
At the end of his fingers.

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