She remembers his hands,
warm in hers. her chest against his,
cheek to cheek, they took their steps
in unison and melt into the music
as their unison melt into the air.
He led her forward, around his world,
then in retreat, he killed her.
People tried to paint indifference
but their smile betrayed their gossip.
She remembers the plunge from the cliff
into the icy cold water below,
waking her up from the tango.
Tango
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