The Last Dance

[Keith]

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They've been waiting too long,
flightless in the departure lounge
emotions sat on, strapped shut,
so tired, too tired,
sickness pills took.

With arms strong enough for two she peels him from bed sore sheets,
his head rests heavy cheeked on her breast,
lips roll over the gum line,
night-shirt slips ghostly over a wasted shoulder,
legs hang limp trying to stand.

She pulls him in,
tighter than bound feet
distorting just the same,
keeps repeating his name as their waltz
slows to a shudder.

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They've been waiting too long, 
flightless in the departure lounge
emotions sat on, strapped shut,
duty free drank, sickness pills took.

With arms that could hold up the house
she peels him from the sheets,
his head rests heavy cheeked on her breast,
lips pushed over the gum line,
night-shirt slips ghostly over a wasted shoulder,
legs hang limp trying to stand.

She pulls him in tighter than bound feet
distorting just the same,
keeps repeating his name as their tango
slows to a waltz.