Again I sit a plane without you, as last night,
I sat with our friends, watching them dance.
Another kindly asked,
The first, I realized, I'd dance since....
And I was fine until he asked what you did
He'd no idea.
Nor I, that so far out it still hit hard. But,
He was kind, so I could quietly, carefully,
Still my soul.
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