Ghosted by the DJ,
it’s so late and the songs are now turning on me.
I find true love every night I take a sip,
as real as the bottom-shelf gin down my throat. 
You ask me if I’ve ever felt this way before?
Yes, I’ll will again, without you, better next.
But I’ll believe you if you said we kissed forever,
I’d even pray for it if I remembered because 
my favorite are those brown eyes, half smile
something not so superficial I get superstitious.
Until it all changes in a few hours, memory wiped
like my phone as I walk back to 5th street. 
We will break ourselves before the other can -
erase & repeat.