over and done

we attended a party

before we were married.

we danced,

we smiled, we laughed,

we glowed

out 
on

that little dance floor.

we attended the same party

one month married.

I wanted to dance, 

to smile, to laugh,

to glow,

to hope others 
would join us

out 
on

that little dance floor.

he danced with me once,

and then had enough.

"what kept you from dancing?"

there was no reply.

"what kept you from dancing?

i want to know why.”

he chose not to dance

when other men said:

"if you dance with your wife, 

hold her close 
like before~

then our wives will watch

they'll pressure us more

to go

out with them 
on

that little dance floor.”

a choice

kept his presence 
from me that night

a connection of joy and affection

was broken by slight

out 
on

that little dance floor.