Monday, January 23, 2006

Dance with me. Here.

Dear You,
If you were here with me now, we'd dance. We'd do a gentle, crazy waltz. It would be to "Sitting in the Window of My Room." Alison Krauss would convince us that we should cry right now, but we should keep dancing. Everything will be okay if we keep up our lilting little waltz. You'd lift me up in swoops and twirl me in a circle. I'd cradle your head on my shoulder. Our eyes would meet twice. We think it will hurt too much to look, but the second time we won't be able to look away. Don't stop.

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