Dancing in the Dark

the night

we tried dancing in the dark?

Slipping on piles of dead leaves

and stumbling over shards of broken promises.

The wind was louder than our sore throats,

whipping through our sharp jabs at each other.

It was as if nature was just as tired

of our fighting as we were.

the night

we tried kissing in the rain?

Fighting for some sense of pleasure

to shield us from the pain of the pelting hail.

The thunder was louder than our forced grunts,

covering the sounds of our artificial happiness.

It was as if nature believed our lies

just as much as we did.

I the night we kissed in the rain.

We embraced each other, pretending that there was still something real besides the illusions of our love.

I the night we danced in the dark.

We embraced each other, pretending that there was still some light besides the shadows of our pain.