slow dance

i stood there, in the middle of my room and slow danced to Al Green's Simply Beautiful...with his shirt...which had long lost the scent of him, but with tears in my eyes i tried to reenact that scene...a scene i remembered...how could it have meant nothing...nothing at all to him...i used to slow dance all the time...previously...with him, but not him, him as in, the love of my life...i remember during the break up, i asked him, please would you not share the slow dance with anyone else...can i at least have that?...he laughed. guess that was a no...you danced with me...when i hadn't felt that in years...the urge to slow dance...you awakened that in me...and it didn't matter as much until that night...the night i danced with your shirt, to the song we'd slow danced to months ago, together, Al Green's Simply Beautiful, but that night, alone, dancing with your shirt, every word he said had a new meaning...