Sooner or later it was bound to happen.

I fell for you, 

                     Again.

In a way I’m quite tired of this dance,

                Waltzing around,

         Spinning,             dipping,

   A two step.                     a  salsa.

         Rhythmic              sadness-

                   Tiptoeing love.

In a way I wish this love had never happened,

I know the impossibility for what I hope for. 

Yet everyday I just wait for another song

In our ballroom of text messages and google docs,

The band plays a taunting song- 

In the key of heartbreak,

And timed out to the tempo of our thoughts.

Even within our gala the other dancers snicker,

For I have no partner, 

And your love is dancing with another.