Music That Wasn’t Meant for Us

And so we danced. Right there – in an empty parking garage. Or maybe it was full, I couldn’t tell you to be honest. The only things I’m sure were there were myself and him and a car with one door open. I almost got inside it – but then he asked to dance.

So with clasped hands and tipsy smiles we circled around – around the parking space, around each other, around the small slight chance of this being the start of something new, something real. The prominent beginning of uncertainty and elation. Speculations that only time has answers to.

Until then, we dance – To tipsy smiles, tiny kisses and music that wasn’t meant for us.