The next dance

I think the sky changed. I chase salvation
Like anyone old enough, at a glance,
To have fucked up. I have lived and I've hurt

Close friends in the process, damned to friction
And regret. I don't want a second chance.
I'd rewrite and covet every last flirt

To be what? A shallow summer fiction.
No. I'll keep my luggage for the next dance.
Let it spin, the sun, the earth and the dirt.