The bubble blinked, then disappeared
You started typing, then it cleared
A dot, oh wait, a screen turned grey
And something I still meant to say
Our chat's not dead, it's just unsure
Like words that don't know what they're for
Offline eyes,
I watch you go With typing pause that mocks the flow
You almost spoke,
then took it back Now all I read is what we lack
The messages we never send Keep nooping back to where we end
Your last seen lights,
I scrolled through twice A timeline built from blinking ice
You left me hanging in the line
I craft replies and then delete The screen reflects my own defeat
A joke unsent,
a checkmark blue I keep it there instead of you
We talk in drafts we never post Just ghost the flicker at the most
Offline eyes,
a frozen feed We're silenced tight,
what we both need
You stopped mid-word,
I knew the tone Sometimes we speak best left alone
On the red unseen,
the thread goes *** A loss disguised within the whim