Slow dancing in a burning room

Tonight, like most nights, she almost called.
She almost called to say...something.
Anything...anything to make him see,
To make him understand that which she can’t.
He thought of texting, but didn’t.
Her response is now so different,
He isn’t strong enough tonight to put up a fight,
Yet neither can let go.

Why is a nuisance of a concern.

So even as her phone rings,
She’ll hmmm along with the tune,
Rather than interrupt her familiar mood,
with the rasp of the wrong voice.
He knows the stars decided times ago.
And only the music keeps it alive.
Too tired to continue but afraid to stop,
The dancing proceeds despite the inferno.