Dancing Without Touching

no-touching

In fragile circumstance
We danced
Around the truth
So close, so close
Without touching.

The passion arose
And fell
It swirled and circled
Never ending
Never beginning.

Just wanting to know.
Begging, of all things,
Don’t disappear from the dance.
But he did….
Only to resurface at the point
of my exhaustion.

Exhaustion from weeks and months
Of dancing around the truth.
Of sleepless nights,
Of playing the game.

I agreed to the game,
It was my idea!
But I didn’t understand the rules.
They weren’t the ones I had laid down.
Now, I just ask….
What has happened?

In my sleep,
I am disturbed
Frightened.
Presence makes me aware.
And the disappearing act continues
Cruelly.

It was always cruel.
Trying to disavow a connection
That remains
Across time and space.
Unbreakable.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Picture from Yourtango.com via Google Images

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7 responses to “Dancing Without Touching

    • That’s it. I’ve tried, you know, and will keep trying because I hate the game. I just wish I had some answers. Right now I don’t know if it’s a game or if there’s really something wrong. But since I can’t know unless he tells me, I’m just going to let it be, and key my life move on as it has been doing. Love is a constant for you and I with these guys, but one-sided love isn’t for me anymore. I hope he’s well. That’s all that it’s in my power to do. Love ya, M.

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