Saturday Night

by Joanna

I carried your heart
With me as I went to dance this time
The wooden apple box
Tucked into the same pocket of the same coat
I recall the moment you handed it to me
Through the window of a cold March morning
I filled it with a bit of that black yarn
I spun to make you that hat
The one you asked for with the brim
That I spent hours creating
The one you lost so easily
It was the first time
I found my footing again
Without my partner
On a mostly empty dance floor
Beats filling up the empty space in me
Making hearts echo with memoirs
Spread thin like strands of the web