Shadows drip across the walls and my swaying is in vain,
Evening does not bring you near and my motions are all the same.
The quiet overpowers me and the silence pulls my hair,
I am dancing by myself tonight, and nightfall seems not to care.
It feels so long since your hand lead mine and pulled me into your chest,
Yet now as I yearn to twirl with you, my head cannot find that place to rest.
These evenings have lengthened tenfold, now that you are away,
My movements are so bitter now, as in vain I sway.
-AEF
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