The screen went dark before the words

The screen went dark before the words,

a call I didn’t find to take.

The silence stretched beyond the reach

of everything I tried to make.

His mug cracked at the rim—

stained coffee cold and half forgot.

Sunlight caught the jagged line,

a fracture in the quiet spot.

Words left hanging, chipped and bruised,

a conversation left undone.

I hold the break against the light,

and lean into the missing one.