Silent Transmission

I type your name,

then take it back The model waits in blue-black glass (ahhhh)

Every prompt I write bends toward you Like a question I cannot

send

I train my heart on missing data Then ask the loss to

make sense

No hand, no room,

no face between us Just packets crossing through the rain

I read too much into the silence And start the whole loop

again

Maybe the answer is hidden in settings Maybe the fear is my

own design

Too many branches, too many versions None of them let me arrive (ooh)

Love me through the prompt line Hold me in the model's glow

If we never touch the same air Can we still be known

I keep asking softly What the network will allow

Love me through the prompt line Stay with me somehow (ahhhh)

I change one phrase and watch you flicker A softer tone,

a safer frame The more I try to make it simple The

more the meaning slips away My chest keeps running simulations Of what

you meant, of what I missed I fear the bridge will drop

the message Before it ever can exist

Love me through the prompt line Hold me in the model's glow

If we never touch the same air Can we still be known

I keep asking softly What the network will allow Love me through

the prompt line Stay with me somehow (ooh)

If the answer never finds us

Let the question keep us near I will leave

the window open For a sign

to reappear (ahhhh)