Candle-lit windows and velvet red stages,
Old Broadway echoes and heartbreak in phrases,
Passionflowers growing through cityscape seams,
Glitches in gifs and half-burnt dreams.

Poems in corners of notebooks I lost,
Love stories buried beneath winter’s frost,
Stars that don’t blink when I stare too long,
And songs that feel like they’ve always belonged.

Sepia photos and pixel-flecked skies,
Monsters in makeup with tear-salted eyes,
Paintings on walls in abandoned motels,
And voices that tremble like old carousel bells...