For each step we made that lovely night underneath the stars, a second was saved in memory.
For every twirl, every pose, every smile even--they were all stored away for the future.
Your large yet slender hand held mine as we made our way by the scenery, caught in our special daze of adoration.
The moon glowed in approval, the stars shimmered in joy; we were in utter bliss.

Oddly enough, as I watch over our once precious sanctuary, a part of me lingers in loneliness--how absent it feels without my grateful partner.
How absolutely bland and quiet this once lively garden is.
The shiny dots above our heads continue to glow, never once changing.
The moon hangs onto its space in the sky, a job needing to be done.

My heart still sings, don't forget that.
My heart still beats in amorous harmony, don't forget that.
Yet my hands are empty of warmth without my partner.
My soul's hollow inside never fails to remind me where you are.

Where you dream, where you wish, where you want and where you need.
Far off, far away from me--that's where you are--soul equally empty, similarly wounded.
Where one dreams, the other knows.
Where one hurts, the other notices.

While we don't yearn for a connection like the old, we pray for something connecting.
We look above to our angelic heavens, asking for something of an encore--one filled with reminiscent joy and belonging.
A waltz filled with nightly illumination, something like that!
A dance where both hands are warmed in peaceful bond.

One day, we say to no one but each other.
One day within the seasons to come we will have our tender moment of rekindling.
To this eventual fact, we smile in spite of our distance.
We look on in satisfaction, knowing that this wish of ours needs not be said.