Teen Skating Angst

Again, another day goes by and closer to the end, hours and seconds seemed to fly, lost time I can’t defend. Regret weighs heavy on my mind, each misstep like a fall, when landed hard on my behind or ran into a wall. Why did I not then ask her this hard question on my tongue? To see if she with me would go and spin while songs were sung. So untied them, my roller blades, and put them in their case, maybe next time I’ll ask her to glide at a slower pace. [As a fifteen or sixteen year old, I think.]