I am deeply afraid of never falling in love. The eternal night beckons with mesmerizing grace and the eternal sun reminds me I’m a child of God. 

Yet I cannot choose. 

My indecision fills me with laughter and cries flipping like musical disks and I cannot choose a tune.

Is it immoral to sing one song forever? 

The needle wanes to a close and I have not chosen. 

7 years, 12, or 37? Who’s to say but me?

All the same I am left singing in agony, dancing in disarray. 

The lights have shut off and the band is gone but I dance alone hoping; waiting; praying. I will dance until I die.