Later that day.
Her favorite song.
Came on the radio.
I watched her explode.
Into a ball of pure.
Song and dance.
She sang and sang.
At the top of her lungs.
Not even using her inside voice.
And her limbs moved.
In every which way.
Like they had their own brains.
This thing called.
Dance.
Was something foreign to me.
I was too tall.
Too awkward.
Way too uncoordinated.
To do it well.
So I just watched her.
Bump and grind.
Against anything she could find.
She finally calmed down enough.
To notice.
I wasn't dancing with her.
"I can't dance."
I told her.
When she asked why.
"Yes you can!
You just have to find
Your own beat."
I was certain.
Positive.
That I didn't have one.
She grabbbed my hands.
And started jumping.
Up and down.
"You can't go wrong
With this!"
She said laughing.
Since when was.
Hopping up and down.
A form of dance anyway?
She pouted when.
I shook my head.
And stared at my feet.
"I'm sorry
I can't do it
Now."
She tilted my face.
So I was looking back.
Into the pools of blue.
"Will you dance
With me
One day?"
If it would make her happy.
I would eventually.
"Of course."
"You vow?"
"I vow."
