A Poem About Timing

It wasn’t my intention to make my first post of the year a moody one, but of the two pieces I’ve written, to start and end my day, this was actually the lighter one, believe it or not. This poem is called:

Ephemeral Waltz
You wanted so badly to dance in the light,
to hold onto something familiar
but to step to a rhythm that’s new.
With all of that weight on your shoulders,
how, then, were you planning to move?
The timing was off as we circled the floor,
who would lead and who follow unclear.
There were two shadows underneath you that I saw,
and in that shade, mine disappeared.