Slow Dancing

 You tell yourself

It is ok.

But 

you know its not.

The treatment

the look.

But you push 

 it aside 

because 

what else could 

you 

possibly 

do. 

Nothing.

It is painful.

Finally

you think

it is your 

turn. 

The nod 

happens 

very subtle. 

As you

stand 

you straighten 

your shirt

and smooth 

your skirt. 

Walking slowly

you quickly

realize,

It was not 

your turn. 

You begin 

the slow

dance 

with a partner

that 

does not see

you. 

So swaying

to the painful 

beat you 

wait. 

Praying 

the song 

will be over. 

There is nothing 

here for you

just a sad 

endless slow dance.