Oopsie, moonlight spilled on my keyboard—
I typed your name, hit send, then delete refused.
Clouds do a slow twirl, like oopsie dancers in stilettos too high;
I laugh-cry, double-click heartbreak, drag it to trash,
but it bounces back a glitter bomb.
Oopsie, love’s pop-up ad, unclosable, neon,
singing “try again” in tiny pixels.
I screenshot the sky, filter out regret,
post it with a ghost-emoji caption:
#oopsie, still buffering you.