Dancing (above the fray)

When I most truly knew you,
you were in some other lifetime
one which I could only know
by the faint echo of your laughter
as though from another room
which I thought vacant.

But don’t be fooled
by my clever attempt at bravado,
as though I had some insight
into what was really going on;
see it as the dance one does
unbalanced, when
on the edge of darkness
one hastens vainly
to not be falling.

~Richard Summers