Choreographed by you and yours

Perhaps it was the atmosphere.
Three lit candles, a warm orange glow, and shadows puppets on his walls…
But his mind, it took him there.
Leaves falling at his feet, a response to everything he had to say, tears falling down your face..
He danced this waltz as if it were all he knew how to do.
And as the sweet sound of the strings moved him like a puppet, he remembered.
The you, the him, the past, the present, mixed up and swirled into that moment.
With memories so vivid, he remained numb as he danced this little waltz…
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