Last Dance

Her wet cheeks
Glisten as she stands
In fifth position,
Center stage.

The music forces 
The fleeting moment,
And her tutu shimmers
Like her sapphire eyes
As the light carries her
Across the floor.  

She glides,
Shooting into the air
As it strips away the sequins
And glitter from her body.

She extends herself to the limits 
Breaks herself in two.

The notes throw 
Her downstage, 
Tombé, pas de bourrée, glissade, 
Saute de chat.
The grande finale and

Roses,
Roses.

The curtains close,
Her head drops as her eyes fill,
Choking back sobs 
As she realizes it's all over.