empty parking lots
across
the once
bustling city
nothing remains
but stray fools
spilling their guts
across
the broken pavement
as plastic bags
hover
in silent judgment

if i can
find a way
to tune
the satellite array
attached
to my aorta
i can beam
this signal
across the aether
to find your
perfect heart
whispering
the frequency
of my love
over the static
incurred
on anxious vibrations