Signal Fade

One bar. One corner.

Northeast edge of the roof.

Hold the phone toward the lighthouse,

that's the ritual, that's the truth.

The family thinks I'm stargazing.

I'm updating. I'm alive.

Every summer house has one holy place where

messages arrive.

One bar of love,

flickering. Don't leave me now,

don't leave. The whole world's on the other side

of one weak little bar.

Grandpa says the silence here is why we come at all.

Grandpa's right.

One more scroll.

Grandpa's right.

Cousin found my spot on Tuesday.

Now there's two of us up here.

We don't speak. We just hold our phones like candles at the

sky. One bar of love,

flickering. It sent. It finally sent.

It was a thumbs up.

Worth it.