Musings of the Mad

I wonder if you think of me.
No, I’m sure you do.
That dance we shared—
That magical night.
I want to tell you, that I kept the card the limo driver gave us.
New Year’s Eve.
Couldn’t tell you which year, but I remember the way your eyes glowed
when they locked onto mine on the dance floor.
I know you can’t mistake that look.
I don’t know where you are now.
I hope you’re doing well.
I just wanted to send a message across the ether to let you know,
I think of you,
And I wouldn’t trade that dance for anything.