The Solo Pt. 1

This the first part of the poem, check out part 2 if you care to :)

The music stirs and the lights awaken.

My palms being to sweat- I hope they're not all taken.

Bow & curtsy, hearts in hands.

A melody begins, weaving eternal plans.

We sit, we shift, ruffle our skirts pristine.

Yet, I know I will never be.

I glance across the floor, sparkles in my eyes,

longing for a partner I had dreamed of all time.

Tender, kind, open and fair,

flying to music, twirling on air.

As we sit, we wait.

We learn, we grow. 

We step, we swing.

Solo, couple, group.

Salsa, waltz, fox trot.

We fall, we rise.

I broke my ankle once or twice,

but it's just a bruise.

One time he came.

He did.

We twirled, we flew.

But he stepped on my toe.

And he left halfway through the song.

Left me sitting once again, alone. 

That one lifted me once or twice.

But he always dropped me.

That's okay.

You deserve a better partner.

One who knows the right steps. 

There's a better dancer- just wait, you'll see.

Okay.

I take my seat again amongst the other dancers waiting their turn.

It's quite comfy now actually.

Backed up against the wall,

lined with red curtains, insecurities and age old photographs

baked in tears and dust.

There's a small room down the hall behind.

It's never talked about- no that's not true.

Those who wander there seem to speak of it most. 

I will never go, I say.

There is a rumor, a whisper between steps that trickles across the dance floor.

It is a room where the dancer goes to dance alone.

Solo after solo after solo.

Solos are beautiful, but they are dark.

They are empty.

I quickly turn my attention back to the dance floor,

tossing the small dark room away.

I will never see the darkness of that place.

I rest my arm upon my knee,

my chin upon my hand and wait.