The dance...

"What are we supposed to do
After all that we have been through"
The sad song blared on
People danced with joy
Lights flashed
Drinks passed
Smoke sailed up seductively
Like the girls who danced
To get attention
But his gaze was beyond the dance floor
At the city's lights burning bright
Someone screamed "The night is young"
I am not, he thought
As always wondering at the hysteria of it all
A sad song
And people dancing in gaeity
He didn't dance
He didn't drink
He didn't lose himself in smoke
The sadness in the song was doing it to him
And he was thinking of her...