I practice my waltz
I practice my entrance
My hair is ready
My nails are done.
I begin to walk in-
my heart races
at the image of
all the unknown faces
I close my eyes and try not
to think of the one face
that won't be present.
I fight my tears
with all my might
but i am defeated and
the tears stream
gently down my
cheeks.
And I notice
the whispers
and the look of
sympathy,
and just then
the band starts the valz
and I put on my fake smile,
and
I perform my beautiful dance
with such grace,
I shock myself.
when I am done,
my smile dissolves and
I subdue into a trance.
I remember nothing else
but when it was over
and I stood at the balcony,
looked at the moon and
I swore, i saw you smiling-that smile I'll never forget.
