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Half-melted ice

Citrus peel curling in the glass

Your jacket on the back of that lonely chair

Like it’s saving you a seat you never asked for

Stay a little later

Don’t explain

Let the tired conversations fade

Every worry hanging in the air

Sinks slow

Like sugar at the bottom of the drink

Bartender polishes the same old scarred wood

Counting tips in his head

Not out loud

He watches the door like it owes him a favor

But nothing urgent ever walks in anymore

Let the night forget your real name

Coat check ticket

That’s enough to be

Someone drifting easy through the dim

Just a shadow

Learning how to breathe again

Couple by the window fighting in whispers

Hands still touching

Faces turned away

Their laughter from an hour ago

Clings to the lipstick ring on her glass

Leave all the sharp words at the curb

They can wait in the cold till dawn

In here even broken stories soften

Turn to steam

Rising off a cup left untouched

Quiet man in the corner tracing circles

On a napkin stained with old confessions

His phone lights up then goes dark

Like a tiny theater closing for the night

[Bridge]

This room collects what the city drops

Unanswered questions

Forgotten apologies

Loose ends swirling in the air-conditioning

Nobody asks where you came from

Nobody rushes you to leave

So rest your shoulders on this borrowed hour

Let the glass cool your restless hands

Outside

The world keeps ringing

Ringing

In here

Every sound walks barefoot through your mind