dance of pain

the rhythm moves us on
time plays the silent beat
your face looks hurt
eyes down voice filled

i saw me handing it to you
could not hold it back
like dance steps already made
me the string puppet

regrets are of little help
see you prepare for the return
your moves painted on the floor

i might as well
pull out the handkerchief
tears on my chin

give me new steps
don't want to shake
in this dance of pain