Save The Last Dance For Me
Red rose petals drift down from the bluest sky. The golden sun smiling its approval. Your parents are beaming smugly. Their youngest daughter, the apple-of-daddy's-eye
Do you remember that night we hid under the white bed-sheets as the black sky sparkled with millions of stars, I was drowning in your ocean-blue eyes with promises of tomorrow sealed with a silver pendant around my neck. I am pulled out of my reverie with the sounds of this joyous celebration and well-wishes.
Fingering my pendant the happiness of this day lost to me. I watch your loving husband embrace you and kiss your cheek…wait! What was that? Sadness in your eyes?
I know those eyes, I remember that night as orange candlelight flickered in those eyes as the glow danced across your face. You wore a red dress that night, your golden hair cascading over your shoulders, your blushing cheeks; now a blushing bride.
Do you remember that night we slow-danced in the moonlight with the bed-sheet wrapped around us, and I whispered, "Save the last dance for me". We sipped red wine; your favourite. I smile at the memory, the taste of those wine-stained lips; now you toast champagne. You hate champagne.
The end is drawing near, the night is creeping in, the air is cold. I hear the shuffle of a gown and the warmth of a hand on my skin. I turn and see you, brown eyes meet blue as time ceases to exist. You look beautiful in your white dress. The orange sunset dance around us. You run your fingers through my hair and drape your arms around my neck as our bodies sway to the broken beat of our hearts. You smile a smile that never reaches your eyes as you look at the pendant around my neck; "I saved the last dance for you", you say. I danced with the bride; my love but not mine.
Red rose petals drift down, but the sky now grey. Years has passed since your wedding day, the pendant around my neck that promised a tomorrow which never came. They lay you to rest; my love but never mine.