One Last Dance

Dancing with her drunken mirth,

He lifted her softly

And buried himself

Beside her noisy skin.

All she could recollect

Was lying in his arms

In a blurry haze,

Listening to his heart race.

She'd said things

She couldn't remember,

And wished

He would forget.

He whispered her name,

And traced his own

On her warm palms

Cursing the hourglass.

She breathed him in, knowing

His was the face she wanted to

Lose sleep to every moon

For the rest of her days.

They watched the night escape

In pieces of their laughter,

They chased its chariot

In polaroids of their promises.

The clock struck dawn

And broke the spell,

Leaving behind wings and

Ashes of their one last dance.

- Sayantani Sarkar.