I am learning a new dance – 
the steps are easy –
1 2 3
1 2 3
but the remembering hard:

pick up the mail,
bring the trash around,
change the filters.

You were always the lead
and now I am lost, 
left trying to follow a ghost.

On the first blanketing of snow,
after you were gone,
I stood at the living room window
and wondered where it all would go.