Midnight
three steps back
for every one
circle the floor
look up
at the chandelier
hear the strings
the ivory keys
was that my heart
somebody’s blocking
the door
it’s getting late
gotta go home
sometime
the gown’s too heavy
the slipper’s too tight
the expectation too much
there are no white knights
that was just a story to tell
but you can’t budge
the woman at the window
she’ll grow old there
like Mrs. Havisham
so, here’s a cup of tea
with honey
and here’s your song
hear the strings
the ivory keys
now, where was I …
TL