In That Last Dance of Chances

Concerned calls from Melbourne & Sydney.
5-6 hours of comforting chats in Singapore.
Text messages fly fast and furious.

Those who care.
Those who bother.

Why does it not drown what I feel?

In that last dance of chances
I shall partner you no more.
I shall watch another turn you
As you move across the floor.

In that last dance of chances
When I bid your life goodbye
I will hope she treats you kindly
I will hope you learn to fly.

In that last dance of chances
When I know you'll not be mine
I will let you go with longing
And the hope that you'll be fine.

In that last dance of chances
We shall know each others minds.
We shall part with our regrets
When the tie no longer binds.

- Robin Hobb, "Fool's Fate"