Stranger
The changing beats of the music, the twists and turns, the rustle of dresses, and there she was- in my arms.
I'd recognize her anywhere, with or without the feather mask she had on...
She smiled what would have been her most winning smile at me, except that it wasn't, for it didn't reach her eyes.
When did all the fire turn colder?
Her eyes which seemed to sparkle when they looked at me- with mirth, happiness, love, lust, whatever- were blank...
When did your heart start to beat slower?
I pulled her close, her chest to mine, but the gasp I expected from her at our proximity, never came. Neither did the pumping of her accelerated heartbeat...
My whole memory of me in love's gone so far from me, it's not fair
Then again, as I put a little distance between us, I felt no pang of sadness. I felt no loss, no emptiness that I expected myself to feel without her closeness...
And I can feel it almost start to change
The air around us was cold, or seemed so to me. The heat I always felt around her, especially when we danced, was missing. So was the tinge of pink on her cheeks and the smirk on my face...
But it just hurts too much, I let it go away
The realization stabbed me in my heart, cold and merciless. We were no longer in love with each other. The beats changed again as I twirled her, and her hand slipped out of mine...
No we' anymore
She never looked back even once at me as she fell into the embrace of her new partner. She was his till the beats changed again and it was time to exchange partners once more.
I looked away, turning my attention to my new partner instead.
After all, we were no longer in love...
She's a stranger that I used to know...
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