Before the crowd somehow parted and we
Held each other, and long before we tore
Lacerated hearts asunder, I watched you dance.
Amplifiers screeched; drums smashed; you bashed your
Body about like a doll you’d discarded,
Tossed your pale angel’s hair, wings overhead
— Untameable bird; wildflower —
Fearless up the front, swinging to the sound,
Cherry-lipped, earth-eyes closed, oblivious;
You were the music; the music was you.
My goodbye gift: Eternity — you weave
Through these words, curve ’round these commas, and each
Sentence flings forward your free-fluttering feet,
And when you reach the final full stop, you
Spin with a flick of rebellious locks,
Shut mascara’d eyes, and start afresh in that
Dingy, dirty, buzzing basement bar.
I read this poem and watch you from all
These years away. You don’t see me; the crowd
Still has you. So dance, forever.
Previously published in Issue 2 of Spinebind.