Everything written after 2am and tagged almost.
he stays till close now. not every night. enough that i notice which nights he doesn't.
A friend's wedding, one slow song, a number you put in my phone yourself, and three a.m. in a hotel robe.
Nine years of being friends, and one hour at closing time where we weren't. We stood between our two cars and didn't use our keys.
The last two at the bar after last call, a hand that stayed a second too long, and the long way home so the cold would do something to my face.