Slow Dancing

I close my eyes, just for a second. That's all it takes.

I see a girl in a white dress in the arms of a man in black. They look into each other's eyes as if nothing could ever replace the feeling they feel now. She sees forever in his eyes, wanting to be held like this forever in his gaze. His ever so simple gaze. Which seems to penetrate her being without her knowing. He seems to understand her; not judge her by her errors which she has many of. He can forgive her with a glance, a quick smile coming to his lips.
The music starts. It enchants, hypnotizes them and they start to dance. It's a slow, steady beat, which matches the tempo of their heartbeats. They smile and laugh during the song, hoping it would never end.
She closes her eyes in ecstacy and twirls around, hoping he'll be there to catch her if she falls. The music is cut off and in its place a bone-chilling silence. Feeling as if something is suddenly, horribly missing, she opens her eyes. Only to find that she is alone. The twinkling lights all of a sudden don't seem as welcoming now, she feels lonely even though they shed light upon her silhouette.
To give her comfort, she closes her eyes again. She imagines her in his arms, twirling around. Slow dancing. It works temporarily, but everything seems empty to her now. Her once beautiful, gleaming dress is now in tatters. Falling to her knees, she surrenders. She raises her hands to the heavens wanting to be taken up, up and away. All that comes to her is blackness.
She can almost remember the sound of his voice, the feel of his skin on hers. His hand grazing hers, his all-knowing glance which causes her to feel warmth inside. Her heart feels like it has been wrenched from her chest, with one death blow.
Finally, she begins to cry. Tears falling like diamonds streak her face with wetness. They never seem to dry, only being replaced by more and more diamonds. An emptiness consumes her on the inside, while everything fills her never ceasing mind. What could have gone wrong when we were in such bliss? She feels like he couldn't take any more of her wretchedness. That must be the reason why he left.
She feels herself letting go. Letting go of the memory of them, the hope that he will come back for her because they belong together. The beautiful place that they were in has come to be inhabited by vines, suffocating everything that was once beautiful. When it's all consumed by hideous vines she feels herself fading away, she leaves nothing but a memory. A memory that once was, that could have been, that was beautiful for one moment.