Dance With Me, Richie

"Dance with me Richie
Dance with me Richie!
Dance with me Richie!!!"

She might have asked me a thousand times.
I was too busy thinking about you.

So I finally caved.
"I don't dance, but alright."

After a few minutes she began panting into my ear,
grabbing my arms and kissing my neck,
making it perfectly clear what she wanted from me.

And I thought of you.

My best friend played some of my favorite songs from across the empty bar.
The volume was staggering.
She panted more desperately now,
playfully digging her fingernails into my biceps,
Pulling me closer
and closer.
I could only smile and pretend to remember the words to the songs
that I once loved and the flesh of the ghost I can't just can't give up.

I was thinking of you.