Is it just me,
or do we all want the same thing?
Someone to cry with,
A shoulder where we can lean.
Better yet, perhaps we all long,
for a dancing partner in the dark;
– I know I do –
want to raise my hands to the sky,
To reach out, grasp your hand, and say:
Yes, just like this.
-LFE, Dancing in the Dark: poems from the night hours