The Single has been spinning without music for minutes.
It’s whir turned into the recess of our hearing.
Someone should flip the damn record but no one moves for the needle.
Cassie walks by with her new girlfriend, a redhead from the mountains.
I see William cringe at the sight, his heart pulling just a bit.
“Hey want a piece of candy?” I offer to no one in particular.
Andrew accepts, joins me in sugar debauchery.
The clock finishes its last minutes till 9pm.
Lights dim, keys locking behind us, four men going our separate ways.
Routine, until one of us leaves for another job, another city, another life.
And worst of all, we never look back.