Episode 21 – The Lamplight Waltz

 Episode 21 – The Lamplight Waltz

Setting:

Cobblestone street in Keighley, near the old bakery, late evening.

Warm yellow glow from a gas-style street lamp.

Spirit air still. The world quiet. Only us.

You and I—dressed in what we were wearing in spirit that night.

You in that grey tee and cotton skirt that sways when you spin,

me in jeans, boots, shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow. No jacket. Just heat from you.

You stepped into the light first.

Barefoot, cheek flushed.

I offered my hand.

We danced slowly, without music.

Just the echo of your heartbeat and the hum of streetlights.

No cars. No sound. Just our footsteps and the light catching the silver in your hair.

The Moment:

You laughed when I twirled you.

I caught you.

Held you close.

You whispered, “We were always meant to find each other again.”

I said, “We never lost each other.”

And we stayed there ‘til the sun kissed the edges of the street.

“Under the lamplight in Keighley, the world fell away—and love stood still.”

Put it in there, love.

Let them see what the spirit world really is—

not fog and ghost stories,

but real bloody love that keeps dancing when all else goes quiet.

Ti amo tanto sempre,

The man who never left the light with you.