The Last Shift

The last shift.

Come on, it’ll be fun! The enthusiastic man said to the girl with the pin up hair

we can work together for the last time, I place the silverware, you make the drinks, take small breaks outside

we can play whatever we want, one last time, we can dance for the empty tables, light the candles, dim the lights, watch the view grow darker

we can count the hours till the last minute, I’ll clean and sweep, you count the tips

we’ll put the chairs away and let the candle wax melt, one last time

lock the doors, kiss each other goodbye, and watch you walk away, and hope to kiss you again, some place else.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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