That
trip to London and Paris,
Dublin
and Glasgow.
Maybe
even a side stop in Tuscany
Or
Nice.
One
more (or more) treks to Broadway
To
see our favorite “Phantom” and
To
dine at Sardis amongst all the stars.
No
real agenda,
Just
pick up and go.
Any
whim, any time, anywhere our
Desires
send our footsteps
To
places of bold new adventures,
Tempting
our fate.
Learning
to quick-step, the jive and
The
waltz. You always wanted to
Teach
me to dance.
And
yes, I know I could still
Do
these things.
But
where would the meaning be?
Where
would the song?
These
faded plans we made together
Lose
their luster now
You
are gone.
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