Afterimage

[Verse 1: Fixation] I keep the screen on low, screen glow in my iris. You are a ghost frame now, the signal always missing. Your name is one lost packet, trapped between two nodes. I write it back repeatedly before the buffer overflows. [Chorus: Afterimage] Afterimage, afterimage, your face on every screen, afterimage, after image, a ghost in what remains. You said you left no trace, but light still burns a line. If I stop blinking twice now, the outline becomes mine. [Verse 2: Confrontation] There is fog upon the glass from my last exhale here. I draw your name with finger-tip before it can disappear. The desk fan clicks in rhythm, two beats before every snare. Your ring light stays on empty, a yellow halo there. I counted كل your messages, even ones without a word. Now I count the empty spaces here your answer should have stirred. [Hook] Afterimage, afterimage, caught in my blinking eye. Afterimage, afterimage, the light that will not die. [Bridge: Dissolution] I turn the master gain down. Let the low-pass take the heat. If you are still out there listening, send a simple broken beat. If not, let this room go cold. Let the monitor fade blue. Some shadows need no title, they just need to pass through. [Final Chorus: Afterimage] Afterimage, afterimage, your face begins to blur. Afterimage, after image, less a ghost and more of here. No more proof in the screen, no more search across the line. If I stop blinking twice now, the outline becomes mine. [Outro] One lamp goes out first. The other stays behind. I clear my name from your address and let the afterimage unwind.