Cinzia by Fabian Perez

 

 

The music loudly played as

the energetic dancers swayed

in the old cafe ~ so much decayed

 

He was still aware of her presence.

and idley glancing over his shoulder

he felt ~ more than saw ~ her

draped across the chair

like a discarded ragdoll.

Downcast eyes avoided

participation,

hid the spiralled echo

of who she had once been.

 

Years ago, they had watched her dance

but in repose and reflective trance of

 "Do I really want ~ another 'chance'"