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future reference. Music played and
we sang along. Every song we heard

became our favourite melody, one
that we played over and over in our

collective thoughts. I wondered how
long the dance would last? Would we

still stay united in the glare of the day?
I sense that we will not and so I cut

the memories out of my mind. Talking
about the future we pretend that the past

will not interfere. And our voices merge
into a collection of denials that we begin

to share as soon as we hit the floor. Let
me look at the faces I see around me for

I know I shall not see them anymore. We
will make phone calls and play at being

committed to continuing our friendship. But
the time will fly and life will arrive and so

we will forget our promises. We will dance
only in memory but in fact we will not have

time anymore for one another. Some of us
will get married, others will not. Children

will be born and bills will need to be paid.
Mortgages will be gathered and jobs will

define our futures. Let the dance never end
for when it does it will mean it is time to

grow away from one another. I touch the
photograph, lightly stroking the thought

of how we used to be. I wonder what
you all are doing tonight? Are any of you