You are dancing again.


Have you missed it?

The dancing?


Yes, but I have missed other things more.

Really? What?

I have missed the attentive look on your face as you treasure me.

Treasure you? That is a bit assumptive of you.

Perhaps, but I see it tonight in your eyes.

You annoy me sometimes with you self importance.

I'm not so assured, so confident about most things. But, I know you.

Indeed you do.

Dance with me.

I already am.

Do you love me?


I'm glad.

So am I, eventhough it keeps me forever troubled.


Perhaps unsettled would be a better word.

If you were not unsettled by me, you would be worthless, you know.

Yes, and sometimes I get tired of the desire, the longing, the …


You make me smile.

I make you laugh.

And dance.

I dance for you.

Thank you.

You make me laugh.

I know. I know. Dance.