dream sequence - part 9

It was her all right.
Not that she was trying to hide —
or to be conspicuous —
but there could be no mistake.
She tried, with questionable success,
to melt into the crowd,
but the music drew her out.
the tender joyful melancholy
called out to her,
and she closed her eyes,
flying back into his arms
until the last chord
of every sad, sad song
and the promise
of that one last night
that never was.