You Left Me In The Last Dance
You hold her like you held me once, hands resting where my memory clings. You spin her through the song we loved, and I pretend it doesn’t sting.
You laugh the way you used to smile when I wore red and touched your face. Now that smile belongs to her— I’m just a ghost inside this place.
The music plays, but not for me. The lights are soft, the night is cruel. She has your heart, she has your hands— and I’m the shadow in the room.










