After All These Years, by Debi Swim

After All These Years
by Debi Swim

I’m sitting here feeling old and grey
listening to Sinatra on the Bose
you walk in the room, just like always
but this time you stop, extend your hand,

I say… What? You say, let’s dance.

You pull me up and close
I feel awkward, silly, out of step
I’m not a girl anymore, too many miles
and lines on this face, you just smile,
you don’t care – you twirl me round
the living room and sing with Frank

“cause I love you,
Just the way you look tonight.”

Debi Swim writes primarily to prompts. She is a wife, mother, grandmother and persistent WV poet.


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