The Waltz

I waltz alone in the blue light of dawn
One, two, three, four,
Rhythmic swaying in the delicate moment
Nearly silent, if not for music,
Drifting in the air, not to be shared with you
Coffee in hand, piping hot, not to be shared with you
One, two, three, four
Heart aching with want and for what, not to be shared
With you, at least, as I imagine
It does so for want of you--it knows no better!
Than wanting, and it knows not the pleasure
Nor possession of this dawn,
Not to be shared with you, or anyone, at all.

-A.K.-