You talk in fragments

Like broken glass across a table

Each word –

polished and placed

But never whole.

I listen

not to meaning

but to pause.

The city bleeds neon

It does not sleep

It watches

It records

It forgets nothing

You left

without closing the door

The echo stayed

Longer than you

There is silence inside me

But it’s not quiet

It ticks. It hums. It waits.

Like a machine I never built

But cannot shut off.

A memory blinks

Somewhere between

Electric dusk

And synthetic morning

I breathe

But nothing moves

You promised answers

But whispered riddles

You promised presence

But became signal

The silence inside me

Knows the shape of your voice

But not its sound

And I no longer ask why

Because the system is still... running.