Please Don't Forget Me, Amy

She appears in a yellow dress, a ribbon in her neck.
She is beautiful.
So beautiful.

I take her hand and offer her a dance.
She accepts.
Her hand is warm against mine.

I place my hand on her waist and guide her slowly.

We dance.

The music plays, soft and distant, like it's coming from another room.
Our steps align perfectly, as if we've done this thousand times before.

We dance.

I smile.
She doesn't

Because there is nothing there to smile.
Her face is...
Empty.
A shape expressionless, without eyes to meet Mine.

She moves when I move, she follows my lead..
A doll in my hands.

I let myself pretend - Just for a moment - that she chose to be here.
That this means something to her too.

We dance.

I pull her closer.
I close my eyes.

I lean in, waiting for a kiss that will never come.

I dance...