Suspension of Disbelief
My hand on your shoulder;
Your hand on my waist.
We shuffle across the ballroom.
The other dancers swoon by us--
Elegant and graceful
Perfect and in sync.
We struggle to keep some sense of rhythm between us
But I'm two steps ahead of the tune
While you drag your feet.
There is nothing here but we pretend
For the sake of our parents
And for the sake of our children.
But most of all we pretend for our own sake
Because I'm too scared to see the truth.
You'd rather prowl the streets for teenagers
And have me die alone with the cats.
I don't know what I want.
But, when has that ever mattered?
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