
You danced for me
early that morning
when you walked me home
from the party.
Dawn was breaking,
early morning sun
shone over the river.
Your steps were so light,
we were both so free.
Now you dance no more.
But I at least still have that
early morning memory.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #28 photo prompt.
Image credit: Zhugher on Pixabay

