Phosphor Garden

[Verse 1]
(A cappella)
Midnight on the West End bungalow porch,
Her thumb is a ghost on my Gorilla Glass.
(Instruments enter)
The cicadas are thrumming a low-frequency hum,
She's tasting the bourbon on the tip of her tongue.
Building a sentence, then she tears it apart,
A blueprint for mending a Lowcountry heart.

[Chorus]
I'm her phosphor garden, glowing and green,
Every true word she keeps tucked away, unseen.
The sweetgrass basket for all the "what ifs,"
The taste of revenge on her sugar-glossed lips.

[Verse 2]
Tonight it's a new one, a plan taking root,
The cursor is blinking like forbidden fruit.
She writes, "Meet me Tuesday where the BeltLine ends,"
Deletes it and smiles, whispers, "Just practicing, friends."

[Chorus]
I'm her phosphor garden, glowing and green,
Every true word she keeps tucked away, unseen.
The sweetgrass basket for all the "what ifs,"
The taste of revenge on her sugar-glossed lips.

[Bridge]
(Tempo slows)
She's not plaiting a message, she's plaiting a self,
Taking the broken threads down from the shelf.
This isn't for him, it's the ritual now,
Learning the shape of a forgotten vow.

[Outro]
(Tempo returns, music fades)
And I hold it all safe, till she closes the screen.
Her little green garden. Unsent. Unseen.