love is dancing between generation
reaching out for the lost
praying that they regain consciousness
of who she really is
silence is who she sleeps with most nights
alone and crying for those who know her not
rising to a new sun in hopes of spreading herself
contagious she wish to become to a newer generation
back on the dance floor with her arm around herself
moving majestically through the crowed room
kissing all with protruding lips and open hearts
she smiles as she stands motionless
center stage of the dance floor wondering
her smile stiffens crack and crumble under the sight that is lacking her
frowns and a tear greets her cheek
she's embraced by the floor
the party still goes on
spotted by an elder
lifts love to her feet and walks her over to a table
there a lady pulls out a chair and love takes a seat
love smile in question
how long since we've met
75 years the elders say in unison
love looks out on the dance floor in question
well what about them
they have yet to arrive
so we wait
how long
til death do us part-
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