Victorian girl

Your dance…..

This is my dance…
From the day we sat over a table and you held your glass of wine
I sat as quiet and modest opposite
And you just smiled
You asked how we girls felt
It was barely a year back
And I remember it like yesterday
If everyone knew what I said and what you heard
Every time we met on a stop
If I were ever where you are I had been there
But I must fight my demon and see to my own dream
Again, I let something go past