Cloudds drift low like whispered doubts,
soft as the silence you left in the stairwell.
I chase their shadows with open wifi tabs,
refreshing ghosts that never load.
Your name autocompletes in thunder,
then drops to zero bars of rain.
I cache the lightning, swear it’s proof
we almost touched between the pixels.
Cloudds keep scrolling, indifferent blue,
I keep typing love in the wrong password field,
hitting enter, hitting enter,
hoping the sky finally says “message seen.”