we haven’t danced in quite some time 

missing the small of your back 

the way it holds my hand so well

scattered about as leaves

my thoughts ambushed in your gaze

fading into nothing feels just right

embraced by moments

I have chased for some time

I dare not dream of what could have been

seeking to stride beyond the wake of routines

but maddened by my caution

my paths are lined with habits of comfort and fear

ruts serve as guardrails to the destination

time is running thin or so it seems

when belief is that fate is written

then blazing the charted course is the way

if the pen is within reach

script the page as a heart would wish