The other side of an evening of tango is when it goes wrong. I try to be philosophical about these times but… well in this case I waxed poetic:
Mournful beat of a heart that is not mine,
Alone in the crowded room,
Packed tight among the writhing crush,
Ungainly steps faltering, clashing
Discord among harmony
A dodgem amidst the waltz.
Despite feeling so small
There is nowhere to hide!