The music starts, a languid, cruel design,
Your hand extends, a forced and hollow sign.
My fingers brush, a touch to endure,
Each measured step, a silent, bitter war.
Your eyes, a void where nothing gentle dwells,
Reflect the lies that this pretense compels.
A practiced smile, a whisper at the ear,
Ignites a cold and deeply buried fear.
The closeness burns, a searing, unseen flame,
Each beat a pulse that whispers out your name.
The breath, a phantom, chilling haze,
Trapped in this dance through shadowed, tangled days.
The body moves, a puppet on a string,
Resentment coils, a venomous, sharp sting.
This waltz of pain, a burden to bear,
A grim tableau, suspended in the air.
And when the song finally fades to light,
We'll break apart, into the lonely night.
The touch forgotten, the charade laid bare,
Leaving behind the ghosts of what we were.