A Dance

 

Rain flooded cobbled streets,

yellow street lights loom,

watch over the woman,

old and frail with pale skin.

 

Black umbrella swirls,

her feet, tap

to the pitter-patter of rain.

Her song echoes on the street.

 

No-one heard her melody.

She didn't dance alone;

her cloudy breath,

danced in the bitter air.

 

She twirled into eternal night,

abandoned by her partner.