Honey, let me sing you a lullaby
for the bruises the city gave you tonight;
I’ll trade these cracked sidewalk serenades
for the hush between your heartbeats.
Let the moon lean in like a silver microphone,
catch every tremble in my throat—
I’ll outrun the echo of goodbye
with a chorus of fireflies in my chest.
When the vinyl sky starts skipping dawn,
I’ll still be humming your name
into the pillow of morning light.