The Waltz Between the Lines.

Today as I was in the middle of leaving you a note
I got distracted by the pen and its shadow
writing the same word
the way two people move together in a dance.

The pen, upright and unbending
like a man in an overly starched shirt,
was writing the cursory meaning in black letters
across the surface of the yellow paper;

and like a woman in a filmy gown,
the shadow was following more subtly
writing all those things I didn't come straight out and say,
the things I wish you could simply read in my eyes when I look at you.