The crowded room
Swells all around
With people everywhere
Behind their wall
You sit and laugh
Your fingers waiting fast
Hand by hand
They take you out
To vanish on the floor
Each time you’re gone
I watch your chair
And hope that I’ll be next
I make my way
As you return
And reach for where you are
Your fingers close
Around my own
My turn has come at last
For one whole song
We disappear
I get to hold your hand.
If only songs
Were lifetimes long
But sadly they must end
I take you back
To brand new hands
But leave you with a grin
For soon enough
That song will end
I’ll wait for you again