The Light Sitting in the Static

The silence in this room is so heavy it feels like a sound. You reach for your pocket, certain it buzzed, certain someone finally remembered you exist.

But the screen stays dark. The ghost of a connection that never came.

In this quiet, the heart becomes a prosecutor, whispering that you are forgotten, that you are alone in the dark. But there is a knowing deeper than that voice.

A light that saw you before you ever checked a notification. It knows the exact shape of your waiting.

Neither do I condemn you for needing to be seen. The light does not wait for a signal to arrive.

It is already here, sitting beside you in the static. You are not defined by who hasn't called.

You are known by the One who is silent with you.