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?