More than anything, she remembers the dance,
His confident demeanor, sweeping bow,
The chuckle, as if he really knew how
And weren't a clumsy fool taking a chance
On breaking her delicate feet. Romance
Required formality, so unlike now,
Suit, wide shoulders, confident chin, high brow,
She said "Yes" to his confident advance.
There's much in between that she forgets
Whether conveniently or because the mind
Has only so much storage space – regrets,
Close friends, even old lovers, left behind,
But for a first waltz, she makes room and lets
A dead man lead. Then she follows in kind.