Teach Me How To Dance

Posted May 9, 2006

There are moments
when I dearly
miss that boy
who was so in love
with skeletons
and the German tongue.
He was such a graceful
shadow on my thoughts,
weaving in[OUToverUNDER]
my grasp.
I just don't think it was meant to be.
He promises to teach me
how to dance,
and I look forward to it with eager
feet and arms.

But I thank him most for teaching me the old
sings, even when I didn't know how
to sing.
And for bringing me back to earth
when I'd forgotten where I stand.