Blurring life lines

The lines of life blur
and I stay here,
in peace
in total quietness
wondering if these lines will blur
into him
or into nothing.

I wonder if
with every step I've taken,
I've learned something.

But in tango
as in life
our lines blur
our moves, our body lines.

Maybe they become one
or stay separate
but we, as we dance away
we too, blur
into memory.

I never danced with you
we never danced together
I always wanted to...

Written Winter 2011