Final Dance

Written for (and won March 2021) "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest"  The words in bold were required to be used.

Final Dance

I look at the river flowing under this bridge,
My mind has no memories of us, not one smidge.
Temptation engulfs me, surely it wouldn’t take long,
How can I be sure? I’m not known to be strong.

From nowhere, a strong wind makes me sway,
I feel my lips move as I begin to pray.
I was surprised, for my faith was no more,
I’d strayed, it’s true, walked right out that door.

My thought was to transcend time and space,
And in doing so, I would find my place.
I’d come to this bridge for that final dance,
Realized that this was my one last chance.

I unlocked that lock that chained my heart,
Threw away the key, now ready to start.
Memories flooded back, my mind now clear,
I left the bridge running, to you so near.

Jim Dorrell
2/24/21