Entry #3: The Lone Dancer (poem thing)

Wandering the grassy field.

Familiar clouds obscuring thoughts of tomorrow.

An absent warmth that I once could wield.

Heart filled to the brim with ache and sorrow.

A lone dancer with an empty hand.

Swaying to the music of the wind.

Love fading like memories in the sand.

Eyes closed as the world begins to spin.

Arms stretched out grabbing the air tight.

In search of anything to break this tether.

A lone dancer returning home for the night.

Clasping onto fleeting promises of forever.

- Quiet-Emerald