A Last Dance, A Distant Glance Poem by Georgia Leana Benedictos

I stared blankly among the crowd,
Searching for a face I'm very proud.
Dancing feet and holding hands,
Pair of hearts swaying with the bands.

I can see the way they move,
Feeling the life, feeling the groove.
Holding onto each other's hands,
Setting fire among these young lads.

The chandelier seems to fall,
Giving threat to people to stall.
A dim lit room, full of faces,
Where are you in these distant places?

I want to sway with you, here,
But where the hell are you dear?
The tango is fast starting
But you seem to be wandering.

The melody stopped, the band is gone
But here I am standing all alone.
Waiting for you to give me my last dance
But you seem to be wanting for a more distant glance.