while we waltz through crystal malls flooded with cologne,
picking out brand names that have that certain ring,
indulging in thrills that only rich kids bemoan.
Tonight we won't think about digital worries,
since together we'll crash until sunlight flurries.
Morning reveals soppy blankets in the ground,
the fading worn speakers but still rejoice.
I soak myself in the backyard bed, heart unwound,
listening for days to the echo of her voice.
The illusion of warmth gets colder and farther:
you know it's all over when you lose your phone charger.
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