one night, always midnight
she listens to the strains of 
an old, familiar song
one that describes the quiet 
sorrow lying dormant in her heart.

how long has it been
how far have we gone
we are worlds apart, drifted away
the beautiful memory of what was 
drowned in the sea.

most days, it's easy
the pain doesn't gnaw quite so hard
the path set before her never wavers
her heart once again found a way
to love.

but sometimes, just once in awhile
she can hear the past 
speaking her name, clawing at her
reminding her of every little thing
she once held dear.

the melancholy song that once helped
her cope with her heartache
plays on and on into the night
inside her head
she spirals downward.

back, in a moment, caught in time
laughter and passion and love
the world disappearing, the floor 
falling out from beneath her feet
the moment she lost everything.

and now, as her past comes to surface
every once in awhile
all she can do is close her eyes
steady the dizzying ache in her heart
open her arms, and dance.