Last Dance
Josh Young
she just wanted to
dance,
wearing a long
white dress,
made by her
mother, white lace
flowers on the
wrists, dreaming
of dancing slow,
she’s the belle of
the ball, hand in
hand,
walking in her
heels, narrow
road, no
sidewalks, it won’t
start, try it
again, call it,
feet tap silently
without
a sound, feeling
nothing,
floating like
under water,
she was so close,
rain was
falling, fog hung
like pale
hands by a waist,
they grabbed
her, clinging,
matching
her dress, soon to
be changed
she continued
walking, dress
no longer white,
she did not
know where she was
going,
she did not know
where she
was, just one step
after the other
slow roadside
waltz, walking side
to side, not
falling, feeling nothing
she just wanted to
dance
Josh Young is a poet and writer from Richmond VA. He is fairly
new to writing poetry and has only had a few poems published in small
magazines. Many of his poems focus on existential dread, city living, and are
sometimes just humorous. In addition to writing poetry, Josh Young also does
open mics and slam poetry.
