The Dancing Impaired

July 31, 2011
I still remember
The place on my back
Where you gently placed your hand
As you awkwardly held mine
We danced
As the dancing impaired

The smile on your face
Was a hopeful one,
A hope to know more,
And not end after this
Clumsy dance
For the dancing impaired

My phone vibrates in my pocket,
The ID reads your name
Now holding a new question
Or answer to one of mine
And each time I see the glowing screen, I think
How we have become more than
Just the dancing impaired

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