the last dance

you remember
a moment
in a smoke
filled room,
shoes sole deep
in spilled
drinks
and ashes.
the music
of sam and dave,
or something
you knew
every word
to, rosalita
by bruce,
or I don't
want to go home,
by the Asbury
Jukes. all
played loudly,
the clock
ticking down,
last call,
a last
chance
at romance,
gathering
the nerve to ask
the girl
across the room
you've been madly
in love with
for the last three
hours for a last
dance.
and if she said
yes. it was very
close to being
in heaven,
being forever
young.