Just a late-night glitch
shuddered in rasping touch,
beneath broken moans,
whispers and empty promise.
Between breaths no one noticed
the song had ended.
With skipping rhythm and heartbeat
we sang to ourselves
clad in crestfallen skies
to dance like two fools
searching for a place
where for a moment
nothing mattered.
Don’t stop—
Don’t pray to the fading notes
between neon kisses,
where silence listens to the dark.
I wanted to linger in the glow,
the color of her voice,
but she needed to forget.
So, we invented pretty truths
that renamed empty streets
once crowded with surging bodies.
