The music stopped,
but the echo stayed a second too long.
In the floor-to-ceiling glass,
between the sweat and the neon hum,
I counted eight reflections
for a room that only held seven.
A flicker in the corner,
a door that clicked without a hand,
and the sudden, sharp chill
that had nothing to do with the AC.
We didn\'t look back;
we just danced a little faster,
pretending the empty space
wasn\'t dancing along.