Your name still sits on my home screen
Unread, untouched, a silent scene
I typed three times, erased it slow
Then just let the bubble glow
Your last goodnight still haunts the thread
A dot that blinked and then went dead
You'll never read,
you'll never send But some loops don't really end
Reply late,
still tight,
wrote your name like it's still right
It's not the loss that breaks me down
It's habits built that now just drown
You're off the line and I still wait
Some endings never tell their date
Hope is a habit hard to draw I open apps out of routine
Like you'll appear in message green
The draft is saved, it won't erase
It stares at me,
your empty space And every day I scroll back through
To where I thought
I still had you
Reply late,
still tight, hot still,
what's what you like
Diary read lines to fill you near Even
though when you won't hear something
Stop,
but don't conclude
Like one last text I never quit