I danced with you last tonight.
So rarely do I get to see your smile,
unrestrained joy written across your face
as you mimed the words to each song.

I turned the music louder
as I grew more and more tired,
only spurred by the immense bliss
I felt, twirling around
and glimpsing you in the mirror.

I used to dance among friends in the dark,
accompanied by their laughter, their movements,
and the occasional shadow.

It felt much the same,
only I had me as company
with my calico print
and thread-wrapped headphones.

It was nice to see the candor gaiety
when so often I only see the streaked
face, the hard lines, the absent mind.

Will you dance with me, again?