Life After Love

Life after love is hard It’s a hard concept to grasp
Like a lump in your throat, hard to swallow.
It’s like a dancer with no music,
poised and ready but the track never plays.
Standing there, in the starting position,
waiting And after minutes of paralyzing silence
she turns to the dj with a hopeful gaze but there’s nothing he can do.
The music won’t play.
Of course she can start without it and it’d be like a silent movie but the music makes the movement come alive.
It adds power to the pirouette arabesque into a lunge.
It gives it purpose.

It’s like a ball player with no ball.
Without a ball, there is no game.
Of course there is preparation with its absence like weight lifting and running drills,
But at the end of the day, Jordan is nothing without the rock.
The ball drives every step on the court.
Nobody moves until it is released from the ref’s hands and when it returns to the referee’s possession everyone halts.
There are no alley-oops, lay-ups, and slam dunks.
You can’t go hard in the paint nor will you ever get to anybody’s money without the ball.
It’s HOPELESS.
Just Like Life After Love.