The Scarf

There he stood and looked at her

Silent wonders, was he not sure.

Her smile was bright,

Her laugh sweet wine,

That sparkle--It was genuine.

He knew it not to look away.

She kept him standing there.

Her hidden thoughts he wish she'd share.

He asked to dance,

She took his hand.

This was far more than he had planned.

She looked at him with eyes alive.

Softly spinning all the while,

All he managed was a smile.

The song did end,

Although she stayed.

Her parting glance was yet delayed

For it did never come.

Words to him she did not say.

Fears that once were kept at bay

Came flooding toward him.

He tried to stand,

Reached for a hand,

But it was never there.

He then looked up to realize,

All that was left were those blue eyes.

And he quite was alone.

His love he thought she'd be,

Only marked a memory.

He sang his last love song.

Oh he could almost not.

One day her face would be forgot.

Her soul danced through the wind.

The breeze blew away his care.

That same, soft breeze that kept him there.