We were always dancing at night, Breathing under the lamp’s pure glow, And through the curtain, people could see The silhouettes of our show. We dipped and tapped and spun With the elegance of a swan And I didn’t realize how much it meant Until those dances were gone, For we aged as partners of a duet. Though we never left our front porch, And it was too soon when I became A soloist under the torch, every year I’d close my eyes And walk down the road we’d paved And see the silhouettes of you and me Dancing together at the grave
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