Dancing

So we have been dancing...all kinds of dancing in fact.

Dances in self discovery, dances in discovering our relationship and the truth about my affair...even slow dancing with one another by the bedside when feelings are raw and circumstances allow. Its funny, we never slow danced alone in our bedroom before this and I hope this is a sign of things to come. I hope we dance through the rest of our lives together...dancing like nobody's watching, dancing like we are the only two souls in the clouds on a beautiful Spring afternoon. For now, its just survival dancing...hour by hour and day by day.

When did we stop feeling the rhythms and grooves of our relationship...music muffled by the sweet distortion of life's song that we are drawn to like an addict to a syringe. We've stacked anger, discontent, resentment between is like mile-high structures cemented together tightly by a mortar made of silence and avoidance? I miss my better half for she completes me. I have forgotten who she is for the walls were too high for me to recognize her beauty and the distortion so loud so as to not be able to hear her sweet song. I knew how to climb walls once but have since learned to build some of my own. Walls that hurt those around me when they came crumbling down. I can no longer survive a life with walls and choose to dance...to dance with My Dearest and dance on the walls like a stage for which she has built me if she so chooses to continue building for it is her smile that I seek and walls can't survive among smiles and laughter.