thanks
—for the .png/
someone else's syntax
slouched in pixels
(not yours
were you ever here?)
```
tap—flick—vanish
ghost, i'm not convinced
you're not a bot
```
why was this sent?
because you felt it?
or because it scrolled pretty?
or because the ache inside
needed to borrow someone else's voice
to survive 3 seconds more?
i saw the caption: “lol.”
but it bled into blank space
```
…did it remind you of me?
```
or was it inertia?
ghost-touch, ghost-thought,
ghost-you, ghost-me
this isn't a conversation, it's
a drift —
captioned static,
a glitch, a broken link,
404 error, corrupted data,
disguised as connection
crafted by hands
that will never hold yours
or mine. the mind we will
never know
once [upon a time]
[so i'm told] we sent
words
naked
in ink
& breath
folded paper
that knew your hands
smelled like the drawer it lived in
assured me you were real
when i held it too
```
the pause
between "dear" and "you"
when everyone was dear.
```
images too—
but they were ours
grainy, angled badly,
real, blurry, faded,
worn from being handled
held and gazed upon
now:
usernames forward
forward
forward
someone else's joke
(someone assumed // it could be a bot)
everything may be faked
i want to scream in cursive.
i want to mean like the crease
in the letter expanding into a hole
the destructive wear of love
//folded//unfolded//folded///unfolded
not left on read but
read & re-read & re-read
word treaded into meaning
but instead:
i meme you this silence
we
can
haunt
and ghost
each other
together // apart // a part
of this new world
as if you are the last girl
on earth
and i — your robot friend —
pretend to feel the ~ beep ~ beep ~ beep ~
coded in me.
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