The dancers

My fancy for you is beyond the bounds.

Yours for me is almost uncalled for.

We keep dancing in this  arena

Bowing only for our flowers and applause

 

The applause has stopped

The flowers have long since stopped flying

We are the opening act in a cancelled show

Playing to an audience invisible.

 

We do not stop with this realization.

You take my hand and lead me in a waltz.

I know this is wrong immediately.

That fact doesn't leave with the wind in my hair.

 

There are pressing issues the public needs to know.

The answers we have to give are hard to admit.

We long to give our side to the story

To a public that have long since moved on.

 

We continue to dance around the empty floor.

The steps come like second nature

This is the performance of our lives.

We give to an audience of two.