The Dance
- Mar 17
- 1 min read
A cinematic poem about fleeting connection,
silence and the night that felt like forever.
We danced
as if the night
could stretch into eternity.
We exchanged silent glances
as if we were destined
to remain wordless forever.
We devoured each other’s faces
as if we would never
cross paths again.
We didn’t stay,
yet neither of us
wished to leave.
We found each other
because we never searched.
And still,
we never gathered the courage
to speak our feelings aloud.
Our shoes were worn through
from dancing,
and the morning
kissed the newborn day.
My heart carried
countless questions,
but your soul
remained quiet.
The dawn tore us apart,
bold and merciless,
before we burned out
in the pull of the dying night —
like meteors
dissolving in the atmosphere.
And all that lingers
is an unquenchable emptiness,
as if the night
had been a dream
and the dawn
its lesson —
a myth
that never truly existed.
And yet,
your face remains
the only one
I am still able
to dream of.