At the Strike of Twelve

One night’s all I ask.
Just one night reprieve.
Escaping to the dance
to feel like myself.
When he took my hand,
I felt my heart leap.
Too soon,
Midnight came.
A shoe for farewell.

Prompt: Minimalism- 35 words or less

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