Poem: the last dance

The lights go out
stars start to fall
On the day she shuts down
The only dance hall

Suits start to crease
And dust covers them
As they sit untouched
Never worn to dance again

And the dresses they fade
From summer blue to winter grey
Never to feel his hold
Or to hear his voice say

That he built the dance hall
For him and for her
So he could take her dancing
And move as one in a blur

But now the dance halls closed
And the city starts to fall
As he leaves behind their third place
And leaves behind his dance hall