I had a speech
written a thousand times.
on how I’d be better 
to attempt at tricking tries.
there was no need for any of it
you found your own way back,
so weight lifting off my shoulders
that all I want to do is dance.
in your eyes, behind lashes and sleep
you see a side,
to the best part of me.
there’s been more floor 
than ever before 
to accompany our feet 
and nonstop flourishing.
thank you.