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Beneath the disco lights

I thought this moment

was part

of many

more.

Popcorn in the carpet

Soda pop bubbling

Laughter in the lobby

Tickets to tear

and share.

But,

you skated up

next to me

and said:

Barb,

I think we should stop.

The shine

the sparkle

the shimmer

the Friday Night spectacle–

she sped away

with you.

I am now

left

wobbly-kneed

in these damn

rollerskates

wondering

figuring

how could I

just skate on?