One half of a Pair

In the middle of the dance floor

I stand still

The melodious tune feels me with dread

People sway and waltz

And I stand still,

Drawing eyes and looks.

The fabric of my gown,

A burning fire on my skin.

The smile on my face but a mask.

I try and dance on my own

But the tune changes, changing the formation

Waltz turns to the country

And yet I am without a partner.

A wallflower, waiting and wishing;

Unable to leave the dance floor

Always one half of a pair