One of these days

Foo Fighters - These Days

These days.

Is it worth it.

Even.

He looked at his phone,   Call from a number ever so private.  Could it be her?  He laughed.  He had thought so much in the past.  He had gotten calls so purposeful, so accidental.  He would hear her confess that even though she had supposed learned the language, Hell, even joined into it, she needed one who could speak her mother tongue. 

After all she was the perfect mother.

Or she would be...

One of these days.

It wasn't her.  It could never be her.

It would never....

be her.

She could, she would, turn her body... till the viewers eyes were caught... just right.  Just right.  Shadow dances with her self.  With her soul.  She had forgotten.  Or allowed herself to forget.  What it all was really for. 

Really...

For.

Yet reality would only remind...

How much

She gave up...

In a price...

She could not bear.

So she would dance in the window.  Bearing nightclothes clinging, translucent.  Who might she catch.  Don't worry... she would release them all.  To swim away, yet hover close, to see... if she... actually cared.  Ever actually cared.  If the dream was nothing more than a hollow reflection of that which was desired to be.  Ever so desired. 

One of these days...

If the dance ever stopped...

She would see...

Would have to live with...

What she had done...

So the dance would never stop.

It couldn't.

Hollow pirouettes casting out into the shadowlands, until...

One of these days...

You stop.  Which will happen.

And your heart will play its final beat.