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Candelabra
Gentle violins
Moonlight
Evening dew
An intermittent breeze
And... crickets.
The night was made for love.
The menagerie arrived.
It was a holiday ball...
Not to be missed.
All... were dressed to the T's.
I stood alone...
Behind a pillar...
The only proper place to stand...
Alone...
Dressed all in pink
I had high hopes
For a wonderful evening.
I gently grasped my dance card.
The orchestra struck up
In a sudden burst of joy
Guaranteed to make you want to dance.
And... dance they did.
I felt my own toe tapping
Beneath my lacey gown...
And the champagne was poured.
A handsome man watched me
From across the room.
I could see him, now,
As he made his way
Through the crowd...
Coming my way...
Looking at me...
Watching me...
And smiling...
And I felt my dance card
And stood a bit straighter
And... waited.
He didn't introduce himself.
He pulled my dance card
Swiftly from my fingers
And put it in his pocket.
Then he pulled me...
Now bewildered...
To the dance floor.
And... we danced.
He never spoke.
Dance... after dance...
He only smiled.
Then... in a flurry...
The music stopped...
Dancers curtsied...
And... he walked to the door
And... left.
Shamed...
I found my way to the pillar
And leaned against it...
Breathing... catching my breath...
Keeping the tears from
Stabbing my eyes.
He... just walked off...
And... took my dance card with him.
I saw him again...
Mixing with the crowd...
Sipping at his champagne...
Watching me...
Watching me...
As I danced with one...
And then with another...
So that... my dancing...
Was only his joy now...
Not mine.
Like a strange phantom...
Who lurks in the dark...
Spying... spying...
Never speaking...
He put his initials
All over my dance card
And... played a game
Of hide and seek...
While he danced
With his wife.
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