I walked into a dimly lit but spacious room
White fur tickling the back of my ankles, as I saunter
Despite of the decoration's harmony
The humans were boisterous
Slender glasses clash back and forth
Then there was the consistent rustling of silk
Yet, all could hear my audacious heels send echoes
Off silver lined walls, specked with gold
The shoe's clicking hushes the crowd
They wait in anticipation
As I leisurely step onto the glittering platform
I gently closed my eyes
And mentally removed the cork on my memories
The smell of alcohol amalgamated with roses tickled my nostrils
Soon I lost balance and fell into a trance
The bodies below me transfigured into timid candles
That bears flames which cast dancing shadows
However, I only remember two silhouettes, yours and mine
I tend to disregard the silly patterns embroidered on our chairs
My mind intent on seeing your soft eyes gently piercing through mine, lovingly
Although, in reality my hands were empty
They still twitch by evocations
Of your balmy brown locks wrapped coyly around my slender fingers
Whenever that memory comes along, my mouth curls
The crowd usually questions my insanity by that point
Until the final image traps my senses
It's your face jerking in agony
Then your body and soul vanishing into his greedy palms
A warm trickling tear would then wake me up
My stifled cry dresses itself in quiet tones
Until the beat of my heart regains momentum
And my vocal chords dance instinctively
To pangs felt centuries ago