philophobia

partner

I had come to the conclusion

the conclusion wasnt easy to come to

i was in need of someone to dance with

my dance was wonderful, graceful, incomplete

i needed to locate someone to complete it

the problem was

who

i was well aware that i wasnt the most sociable person

sure i had friends but few of those friends danced

less danced as seriously as i did

yes i could have made friends with others in my dance class

but i was bad at approaching others

i lacked that bit of confidence

yet, i was an overly confident person

it didnt make a lot of sense when thought on

but i knew it was very important for my dance to have that extra person

that person who could lift the performance to a height i alone could not

but who

they had to be one of the best dancers i could find

we needed to complement each other in our moves

i started to map out their dance on the bus ride home

my dance was graceful with an edge to it

there were angles to it

theirs, i could see, didnt

theirs was all graceful twirls and curves

i could see their dance around me smooth and grand

where the dance needed their grace and poise, when mine had sharpness and hard edges

i watched the whole dance play out as i looked through the dirty bus window

splattered with small fingerprints and smudges

but i could see more, a peculiar beginning, a unique ending

i could see the start, me dancing alone, and missing something

and him  joining offering his grace and friendship

it would be interesting i could see, in my head, the flaws in my made up dance

but i knew that once i had my dance partner joined into my part

it would become fitting and faultless

the bus stopped and as i left i realized

i knew who i needed to ask.