You know that dance we do, in the dead of night? The one where we don’t make eye contact. We don’t speak. We keep the lights low. We hope, sometimes pray for sleep to take over and yet we know that this is just an elusive dream. We think we have the answer, the key to ending this dance… but the music plays on.
And when we dance that dance I’m the luckiest person in the world. The weight of you in my arms, the sounds you make that remind me: you are here.
And the music plays on. The sweetest sound in the world.