Dancing Past the Dark

Midnight blue on your collar stays like promises from yesterday.

I fold the shirt you never wore and stack the dreams beside the

door. The taxi waits beneath the light. No more pretending it feels right.

I'm walking out with my head held high. Love's not a cage,

I'll learn to fly. You kept the keys but lost the spark.

Now I'm dancing past the dark. Your coffee cup still holds the stain

of mornings drowned in quiet pain. I turn the lock, don't look behind,

the future's knocking loud and kind. The city hums a brand new tune