Last Call for Nobody

The city is quiet now.

Morning light slips between the curtains, settling across the room in soft gold.

The music has faded.

The crowds have disappeared.

Somewhere below, the day is already beginning again.

Only a few traces remain.

A pair of dress shoes.

A pair of heels. And a night that belongs to memory now.

Some stories end with a goodbye.

The best ones simply become part of who we were.