In Sync

I remember, when I stop to think

Of the days we danced a lively beat

We'd bend and turn and sway in perfect sync

But now we stumble on each other's feet

A mere stubbing of the little toe

I skipped a step; You botched a bend

A little laugh, you say you didn't know.

And I, too did not notice, I pretend

Somehow we find, we drifted from the hall.

Where we danced as one, there's now a gaping space.

I no longer hear the melody at all

And in the foggy night I can't make out your face.

It's been so long...would there be another chance

That we could find the music and learn again to dance?