Just one last dance

It was cold December many years ago. She come to me just to say we are going to be together any more. Then she left, closing the four years story with my wooden door.

I have no voice or talent like Sarah, but it was all but my desire to dance once more. And I got my chance... we spent three months working and living together. Torment I wouldn't wish for my worst enemy, since she had no more love for me left. I moved from lover to friend and worst enemy at the end.
Some wishes should not be granted...