The ballroom
By Dahlia Ghobary
Thu, 02 Nov 2006
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The room was crowded.
All the faces
That ever crossed my paths
Seemed to contain me.
There was my first love,
There sat my old friend.
And there I was in meadow
of my past.
Save for
None of it all mattered to me.
I saw naught but him
And I only cared
About him.
He sat across the table,
And he owned my existence.
The surrounding, though my present
Appeared ancient
Put side to side with his
Bright green eyes.
I spoke
My attention influenced by his presence
The music played
And in my mind, I was in his arms
Dancing to the Paso doble
I do not recall the night
Taking us to its end.
All that I have locked
In my heart,
Is every instance I loved him in.
That night, a tribute
To you¦
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