'No more dances, my departed love.'
We've had our last dance. But oh the dance we had. Dust floated in this musty ballroom, being whipped around by billowing skirts and carefully placed feet. Light floated through windows, highlighting every curve as we glided across the weathering floor, each step lighter than air, each twirl holding a world beyond words. Every touch held electricity, each movement containing glimmers of the life we could have cherished. With every lift we rose higher, till we were travelling the stars together, still spinning, the connection between us dragging us back to each other no matter how far apart space took us. The moon bowed to us, and every light dimmed so we were illuminated. As we began our descent we drifted together with wordless understanding, each movement saying more than we could ever manage. But all good things must end, so no more dances my departed love.
