dancing phantoms

The music plays,

A melody that once were known,

A familiar rhythm brings us closer,

Step by step, we're back to where we used to.

Hands intertwined,

Chest to chest,

And eye to eye.

The flickers that came once in a while,

Is now a blazing fire,

That roars intensely in the darkest night.

No one stops us,

Nor did we try to stop ourselves.

We were too deep in the flowing music,

Waltzing through the orbit,

As if nothing really mattered.

But the fire that ignites consumes,

Raging with fear,

Devouring our dreams and hope.

Just when it sears us,

That is when we stop.

That is when we realized that,

It is better to let our phantoms dance,

Without us interfering,

Rekindled,

And try again.

Some memories better left as phantoms.

Love, Juita