They danced the dance, one two three, three three, stop…
All change, flounce away partner change
Keep looking back for the sparks fly like fireflies,
To entice the partners to dance again as they will like addicts who need the next fix,
The sparks dance prettily in the sky
They were set off long ago and burned slowly like fireworks
Chemical reaction, boom once ,twice, three times
Till they fizzle and die burning themselves out into stardust
And become the flickers of something that attracted them
In the first place
They are sparkle dust, part of someone else’s dance
Watching them dance the dance of all change.
Ailsa
©Ailsa Cawley Poetry 2015
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