lofi beats at 2 a.m.
the city doing its quiet bleeding
through cheap speakers
I don’t know her
not really
just messages
just timing
just the way she disappears
and comes back like nothing happened
I sit in the dark
pretending this is connection
and not just two lonely signals
passing in the same frequency
the song loops again
soft static, soft lies
and I think
maybe love is just this
waiting for someone
who never fully arrives
and calling it enough anyway