Prance without you

Without you, I feel a little lighter in the head and in the heel. I put these lifts in my step and now I ache less for you. I skip and jump and prance without you in my heart. 

Looking directly at the sun

I wince remembering when you ask me out the first time. At that moment, my eyes were wide open and my mouth was ajar. That jump, that prance, that decision makes me squint with disgrace. It is like looking directly at the sun.