Azure skies, breathe slow—
your name a ghost note drifting low
over rooftops rusted gold.
I trace the vapor of a song
we never finished, just pressed repeat
on heartbreak in lo-fi heat.
Pixels bloom like bruised hydrangeas,
neon rain erasing hours;
every skip a tiny death,
every crackle keeps your breath.
Loop me in that cobalt haze,
let tomorrow drown in yesterday’s
chopped-and-screwed lullabies—
still falling, still forever skies.