The Last Dance

“You misinterpret whatever I say.” He said.

“You leave me confused every time.” She said.

Their conversations ceased. Their sharing halted. Their devotion martyred.

It was their love committing suicide, without a death note.

But, for all they cherished, they could spare their silence, to the tune of one last dance at the farewell.

And this paradigm had made all the difference.

Picture credit: Saurabh Rai

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