Last Tango

I went to find Zelda

She had been off the screen for months

And we missed her.

I found her

Hunched over a martini

In a bar that revolved high above the City

Slowly, but with determination.

She did not look up.

Zelda!  I cried.

Come back to the dance

You left mid-tango.  He misses you.

She took a long pull on her drink and

Gazed out over the City.

My fingers touched her wet cheek.

Why, Zelda?

Because, Babe,

She smiled at me through her tears,

He ate my big fish.