End of an era

So that’s the end of an era

Of daydreams looking at the baby blue sky

Laughing at your friend because he got caught doing something stupid

Fingers interlocking around your waist on the motorcycle

Every Friday night dancing until your feet hurt

And the promise of neverending night turning into something more

But something more never came

Just Friday night parties turned into Wednesday dance classes

And my fingers interlocking now behind someone else

We always dance like the song will never end

As if we won’t change partners

I can’t write the story of my life

They seem to be writing me