Poem: Fandango
He dances with other women
a fandango
in front of the band
fast paced, skin to skin
riffs and improvisation
adapting to the rhythm and tempo
an intricate puzzle
each and every time
the partner is different.
She looks on forlorn
a sorrowful dirge
in the corner.
What do they have that she does not?
Her clothing is plain
her eyes no longer sparkle
The booming bass hurts her head
No one encourages her
to step out and shine.
A mismatch made in hell
He simply follows his nature
Craving excitement, novelty
nothing stays the same.
A wanderer from place to place
from person to person
love is so fleeting, life so short.
How much will it take
before she walks away?
There is another world
right outside the door.
Only obligation and morality
and her own stubborn pride.
It's not as if anyone really cares.
It's not like
he really notices.
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