You turn away forever

With a small movement.

I do not wish to be left behind.

I wonder if you know that.

I have fallen quickly

Out of step with you.

There is no recovery while

You continue moving

With an elegant grace of which

I lack the ability to match.

I'm not sure why I should try

If not to be with you.

Forever forlorn now,

I watch you stepping so regularly.

Not a footstep misplaced

With my dismissal.

Out on the floor I cry,

Surrounded by others

Dancing skillfully over me

Without a noise.