Flashdance

I feel the pulse of music.
My body succumbs to it.
My hips sway.
My head tips back.
There is a presence behind me.
"What's your name?"
He is strong, he is close.
I don't want this moment to end.
But in an instant there's a tug on my wrist.
"We have to go"
And my beautiful moment is over.
Outside my ears can't adjust to the quiet.
Am I under water?
I sink into a seat on the bus.
I push my body up the hill.
I pray that my bed will come closer.
Right before burying myself under the covers-
My dresser shakes with vibrations.
A text from he who shall not be named.
He has his own life now.
I needn't be reminded of my emptiness.
Of that welcome presence I cannot keep.
I am always being tugged away,
Or pushed.