Scribblings…Part 2

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!

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