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.