Arielle Dance

I lost her somewhere between caretaking and Elmwood Avenue The woman with dancing feet, spontaneous beach trips, and giggling pillow talk She was supposed to stay, but I think she took a wrong turn at the altar Went from partnership to mothering, straddling to directing I lost her thrice That survivor girl with long hair, level head, and taut skin One day, I saw her approaching from afar Slowly swaying, not quite skipping over the hill On an incline she reintroduced herself Stood center stage...