she dances
he writes
in a sad tempo
about sad verses
feet gliding
pen sliding
across the tiled floors
across the rough paper
she spins in short pirouettes
he shifts uncomfortably
hidden in the comfort of frescoed walls
caged in this solitary apartment
her dog watches
the ghost snores
while tchaikovsky continues to play
while he hums the silence away
she stops at the middle
he stops before a comma
to stare at her partner
to stare at an empty space
but it's just air
there is only air
