The Dancing Lovers

by solaris2001

Sitting alone at the large, round table adorned with white silk linens and a bouquet of roses at the centerpiece, he watched her dance with another man from across the crowded room, spinning slowly in hypnotic time to the pulse of the brass and woodwind ensemble on the raised stage at the side, her eyes meeting with his in a fleeting moment of longing and nostalgia for an uncollectable and unforgettable life now lost to them both, of moments in time when they also danced and knew the pure and novel sensation of love that looked neither forward nor behind.