Dead Session (Variation)

Terminal cursor blinks alone Green on black, the only light I own Coffee ring on yesterday's notes Scroll through logs like reading ghosts Dead session, still connected Every line I traced, reflected Somewhere in the quiet hum The answer's close, but it won't come Three AM, the building breathes Ventilation through the eaves My reflection in the screen Half a face I've never seen Dead session, still connected Every line I traced, reflected Somewhere in the quiet hum The answer's close, but it won't come Maybe the signal was never lost Maybe I just forgot the cost Of staring long enough to see The thing that's staring back at me Green on black The cursor waits