Disconnected

*After You Left Me* I remember when the memory of you was a sharp, clear frequency, something I could tune into whenever I felt lonely. But after you left me, the wires started to fray. Now, I reach out into the silence and all I get is static. It’s like we’re on two different wavelengths, drifting further apart into the deep, ambient dark of our own separate lives. I’m looking at the screen, at the empty chair, at the silent phone, and I realize the link is finally broken. The invisible thread that used to hum between us has gone slack. I’m speaking into a mouthpiece that leads nowhere; I’m listening for a heartbeat that has moved out of range. It’s a strange, cold kind of freedom. No more echoes, no more interference. Just the realization that I am finally, completely *Disconnected.* The line is dead, and for the first time, I’m not trying to fix the connection anymore... --- *Disconnected*