Reaching out for ghosts that never reply

Reaching out for ghosts that never reply,

   the line cuts, leaving only a tone,

   that empty drone fills the void,

   a haunting reminder of silence,

   the buttons wear with dust,

   each click a memory, now gone,

   fumbling for names that slip through,

   my throat tightens, the air feels thick—

   there it lingers, cold as death,

   a promise left unanswered,

   moments don’t always echo back.