last of us

An empty ballroom,

just the two of us,

waltzing and tripping,

(you say that its me,

but let’s be honest,

it’s mostly you).

We swing and laugh,

galvant all around the room,

spinning away the night.

Casual intimacy,

hands pressed lightly against one’s back.

The dip of bodies,

gently embracing and not.

A very sweet night,

light all around us,

it felt like a second and a year,

nothing and everything.

Remember, this is not the last,

you will see of us.