Rachel, the night folds your name in blue neon,
I follow the echo of your barefoot pulse through rain-slick streets.
Every drop keeps a syllable of you, humming against chrome.
Memory is a slow synth arpeggio, rising like breath on glass;
I sign my longing in the fog, wait for the chord that never resolves.
If love is circuitry, let me burn out inside your glow,
a dying star that still spells Rachel across the dark.