Still warm from a night that felt unreal Her head on my chest, learning how to feel A phone face-down lit the ceiling grey And something old reached in our way Screens flicker on Feel the pull return It wants us back And we let go Same couch, same room, but the silence grew Both of us scrolling, half out of view The words that flowed are caught in our throats Two screens glowing, two ghosts Screens flicker on Feel the pull return It wants us back And we let go Her face went cold and blue Said her name, she never moved We clawed our way out of the quiet And the screen just pulled her through Back to the numb Slipping back to the numb Slipping back to the numb Screens flicker on Feel the pull return It wants us back And we let go I won't lose this Don't let go I won’t lose this Don’t let go © 2026 Synkov LLC. All rights reserved.
