I’m sitting in a cafe listening to music I don’t recognize
feeling steadily older
the sign across the street for the A-1 Market features a 30 years out of date 7up logo
and I think I like this song

Last night I dreamt we were alone in a room again
and then some weirdness about a haircut I don’t remember
and in the morning while making coffee enough to take me to the cafe
I start to feel steadily older, tired in all the old places
and I think I need new music

This song sounds vaguely familiar as the overweight girl in the corner stops typing as she taps her foot and I’m feeling rather like overstretched plastic as I think that I remember this song from that time nothing in particular happened one summer when you still existed Later, when it’s time to leave that same sign hangs as testament to my vision so I go inside and get some snacks pretending that I won’t eat them alone not that the clerk cares or notices my subterfuge. I’m feeling kind of old as I throw out a full bag of combos on the way to the vegan burrito place thinking of how you’d laugh at the choice if we still lived together having never gotten old.