When does the dance end?

Last week, I was in the middle of a dance when I realised I'd stopped thinking about my steps.

My breathing was following the same rhythm as the person who was in my arms.

The music moved through us. There was only listening. Only responding.

For a few minutes, we knew each other.

These are the dances that stay with me.

What puzzles me is what sometimes happens afterwards.

You meet the same person days or weeks later, and it’s as if nothing ever happened. No smile. No “good to see you.” No acknowledgment of what, for a few minutes, felt real.

Maybe it was simply a beautiful moment, complete in itself, asking nothing of us once the last musical note had faded.

Maybe that is enough.

And maybe not.

I am not longing for more.

Not for friendship.
Not for romance.
Not for promises.

Only, perhaps, a smile.
A “hello.”

A quiet recognition of what was shared.

The small humanity of remembering.

I don't have answers.

I only know this:

For me, the dance doesn't end when the music does.

If this question speaks to you, we'd love to explore it together in our next Tango Sensaciones circle.

Tuesday, July 21
Zoom, 6 pm UK time

Stay attuned
Jesus Acosta