the 7-eleven on peters creek didn’t seem important
until it started disappearing

one day the lights are on
roller dogs turning slow under the heat lamps
someone arguing softly over scratchers
someone else buying cigarettes one dollar at a time

next day
paper on the windows

parking lot half empty in a way that feels wrong

7-Eleven

was never really about the snacks

it was the place you ended up at 1:14am
because nowhere else was open
because you weren’t ready to go home yet
because your friend said “ride with me real quick” and somehow an hour disappeared

night shift workers
high school kids
people between paychecks
people between apartments
people between whole versions of their lives

all crossing paths under fluorescent lights that made everybody look equally exhausted

that’s what closes when places like this close

not just a store

a checkpoint
a holding pattern
a weird little neutral zone where roanoke kept moving after midnight

now the signs fade a little more every day
trash catches in the fence
the lot stays too still

and everybody just drives past it
remembering something slightly different

coffee before work
taquitos at 2am
that one cashier who always knew your order
that one night that went sideways after stopping there

cities lose things quietly like this

not landmarks
not headlines

just places that absorbed thousands of tiny moments
until they became part of the background hum of living here

and then one day
the hum cuts out

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