Old Dance Floor

Champagne glass,

leftover from yesterday’s good time.

Forgotten grins on the edge of tears.

There is nothing left to mend the fabric,

riddles flow like cheap sex.

Empty feelings from the hollow goodbyes.

Interwoven in other lives,

dissuading the illusion lie.

Mixed emotions is the byproduct,

settling for a cheaper high.

Eyes glassy from the alcohol,

spending sobriety like the last dollar.

Bending with the breeze,

apparently disarrayed from this mirage antique.

Watching through walls,

for a time of resurrection.

Displeasing these whores,

uploading all valuables to keep.

Pondering after the glow,

next issue on this old dance floor.

Healed from the loss,

watching for the hidden downfall.

Soaring like an eagle,

found status in their eyes.

Another twist,

a young woman becomes a waste,

same position you were in.

Not a finger lifted to stop her disgrace,

she may not recover from the hate.

Turn the eye to a new providence,

washing the hands underneath a successful venture.

Why does this occur to common people?

Look upon the dance floor to see a broken couple’s destiny.