The Saddest Dance
Created | Updated Apr 5, 2020
The Saddest Dance
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| You wouldn't remember when your grandmother died, you were less than three. I remember riding in the hearse, passing spring flowers on the way to the crematorium, thinking how she would have liked them. You wouldn't have understood the shadow in my heart but somehow you sensed it. We were caught in the saddest dance. You grew difficult, threw crockery off the table. I struggled with a different darkness. You grew to be a fine man but if anyone asks why you were so disruptive, was it all your mum's fault say it began when grandmother died. |
