The Dance

I finally met time
it had been approaching
or I had been approaching it
now we are walking together
I get the courage
to take it by the hand
neither I
nor it
is leading
we are dancing together
this one dance
that will not last
perhaps I will be the one to retreat
take a moment to fix my hair
take a sip of water
out of breath after our dance
I'll turn to find it gone
out of my hands
slowly we will
assume our standard positions
again
one ahead
the other behind
but not now
now we clasp our hands firmly
we are equals
our steps move to the same rhythm
This is it
This is the greatest love story of all.