Dancing Fever

The dancing never ceases.

She dances again,

Just wondering where to go,

Her soulmate a timeline away.

Sad, the floor dances with her,

Happy, her feet walks in various parades.

Tomorrow is another day,

What memories will be made?

I'm beginning to think this dance is her illness.

She never stops,

Asleep she sways,

Thinking miles of movement in one frame,

There's no cure for the moment,

So she dances her ashes at bay.