The bell rings soft at 2am
A soda hum, a shelf of jam
Row 3A holds a plastic bear
Full of neon honey, no one dares
The clerk just nods like he won't speak
His eyelids heavy, thoughts unique
Shelf 3A,
neon honey Lonely snacks and pocket money
Child hides a midnight scene A quiet dream in vending machine
You bought gum, I bought time We shared a look,
unpaid sublime
Some nights glow from inside bags
Cold light flicks,
the cooler hums Your voice was low like distant drums
You asked if mango juice was fade I said it might be worth the wait
Behind the chips,
a scribbled name Was it a curse or just a game?
Shelf 3A,
neon honey Lonely snacks and pocket money
Child hides a midnight scene A quiet dream in vending machine
You bought gum, I bought time We shared a look,
unpaid sublime