Another day—  
heads down, no one meets my gaze.  
Fingertips glow blue from too-bright screens,  
thumbs moving faster than thought.

We’ve replaced eye contact  
with read receipts.  
Affection  
with filtered selfies  
and half-typed replies.

I haunt timelines  
that never notice.  
Scroll through memories  
we never made  
but somehow still miss.

Every ping  
feels like hope—  
every silence  
a knife with a quiet ringtone.

I try to speak,  
but my voice autocorrects  
to nothing.

We are present,  
but not here.  
Together,  
but only in algorithm.

And even then—  
you don’t see me.  
Just another  
digital ghost  
you once knew.