Last Dance
It's an end. We are out of breaths. Yet, I don't recall it a finale. I notice neither claps, nor standing ovations. No red roses scatter on the floor. A black ocean, with no screams, no chants. I see your starry eyes. They look as exquisite as I always remember. You smile. I laugh. Is it an end? The crowd begins to scream. A big applause is heard from the distance. Is this the end? Our last dance?
