I danced a gavotte
with your praises,
prancing until my feet
shimmered in the glitter ball over the dance floor.


I sang an aria
while your sweet words
melted over me -
hot chocolate fudge on vanilla ice cream.


I wept an ocean
but tides ebbed and flowed
as you walked by, oblivious,
picking driftwood to adorn your life.


I died a quiet death
because you hated pomp
and circumstance. I watch you now,
a lonely figure, lost and unaware.