Hand in hand
Toes furrow in sand
Faces by fire
Bright eyes meet,
This poem changed so much in the editing it is completely different for what I wrote originally. The original poem was a story about holding someone back from who they could be, about not wanting to stop someone from living their own dream.
Part of the original was:
She wanted to go, to dance among the thousands.
I felt then, my two left feet, would only hold her back.
As the editing progressed I moved from thinking about letting go to considering the experiences we had and one of the things we had talked about doing together. I felt the warmth of the happiness I once had experienced and the hope that some such beauty could be in my life again. At the same time I thought of her in the firelight and how I hope that if she does go she will feel all the positive things I hope she will feel, that nothing, especially not someone else’s two left feet, will hold her back from her happiness.