Same grey seat, same optimized line The feed already knows what's on my mind Faces lit by a screen they can't put down Each one alone in a private glow Then I looked up And the noise just stopped Not in the code No one predicted you Out of the noise You came through One girl reading a worn paperback Folded pages the feed can't track She turned a corner with her thumb And something frozen in me came undone Then I looked up And the noise just stopped Not in the code No one predicted you Out of the noise You came through She looked up too Not in the code Like she'd been looking for proof No one predicted you Two strangers the system never matched Real on the line, and never going back Not in the code No one predicted you Out of the noise You came through Not in the code No one predicted you Out of the noise You came through Out of the noise You came through Out of the noise You came through © 2026 Synkov LLC. All rights reserved.
