At 2 a.m. you could find her dancing in the kitchen with bare feet. Her body was loose. In-sync with the melodies of the beat, she became carefree. With her eyes shut, space was infinite and so was her love.
She was open and she wanted him to turn the knob of her heart and walk in.
She wanted to be his home.
She wanted the booming tunes to lift him and take him into the highs of her mind and into the highs of his own.
But she danced alone.
She dances alone.