I’m holding on to the fragment of a memory Or was it just a hopeful fantasy Of dancing to soft rock In the middle of a donut shop Abandoned long after closing? Swaying left and right With the scent of your hair in my face Tender hand caresses Eyes closed like a soft-covered book of poetry But that’s the thing, it didn’t matter where we danced Or whether the music was rock, pop, or jazz Whether the lights glowed like one million suns Or twinkled with the loneliness of a single star As long as you, enchantress of my heart Were there to dance with me In the light or in the dark Where we could be safe from the elements Where we could be in each other’s arms Maybe in a little while, this late August rain will let up And we can step out under the bleeding sky But for now, let’s enjoy this memory (or this fantasy) And let’s dance to the soft rock