Waltzing to….

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she left us in the night
her head 
hit the corner
of the bed
and then
she couldn't see light

she must have chided me
to mind my step
lest I hurt her
in my clumsy trap
she always forgave me
but not tonight…

She called, I did not hear
our lives entwined
but cut off
-in quarantine
She did not see dawn
left behind eternal night

Meet the bar waltzing