you won’t dance with me,
no matter the tune,
no matter the mood.

there’s no space for me,
no matter the place,
no matter the time.

what am I to do,
when you don’t see me,
when you can’t hear me?

it’s clear I should go
let me fade away
let me leave no mark

let the music play
uninterrupted
by my pleading heart.

It is National Novel Writing month – and well I don’t write Novels but I do try to write novel poetry. One a day for November!