Torn Invitation

A torn ticket in the chapel lot

Dusk is settling on the sacred spot

You screenshotted the words we wrote Then wiped the thread to clear

your throat (gone)

And the plus-one became the point As we watch the structure burn

Under the holy light

of a breaking

sky

We delete the evidence,

we say goodbye (oh-oh-oh)

Nothing left but the digital trace

A ghost in the system,

a blank space

You became the target,

not the guest

Leaving the chapel at your behest

Delete it all

(just delete it all)