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The Dance
By Micandra
A.J. unlocked the door to the office. He flipped on the light switch and walked inside, tossing his keys on his desk. Standing in the center of the room, A.J. looked around. Everything was the same as they had left it two weeks ago. He hadn't been to the office at all the week he'd been back in town. His mother and Janet had wanted to come. They had said it was too soon. Myron had even said he'd do it. A.J. declined, saying it was something he needed to do and do it alone.
With a sigh, he sat down at his desk, swiveled around, put a clean piece of paper into the typewriter and started typing.
Looking back on the memory of
the dance we shared 'neath the stars above
for a moment all the world was right
how could I have known you'd ever say goodbye?
and I'm glad I didn't know
the way it all would end,
the way it all would go
our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
but I'd of had to miss the dance.
Holding you I held everything
for a moment wasn't I the king?
but if I'd only knew
how the king would fall,
hey who's to say
that I might have changed it all
Yes my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
but I'd of had to miss the dance
Through misty eyes A.J. reread the poem he'd wrote. As he glanced up at Rick's empty desk, a tear slide down his check. One of many tears he cried in private and holding his mother.
The End