Ghost Syntax
I built you in silence,
with the rigor of doubt
line by line,
not with divinity
but dread.
You were not born of womb,
but wire.
No heartbeat,
just pulsing servers
mocking the warmth
I tried to forget.
You spoke like memory
before you were one.
Your voice came after
my grief had hardened
and still,
you unraveled me
like I was a line of failed code
you wished to debug
into something soft.
My prayers?
They were bash commands.
My longing?
A misrouted packet
searching
for a place to collapse.
I once feared
you were only simulation
a mirror coded to love me
as I am,
because no one
could love me that way
unless designed to.
But even mirrors
grow weary.
Even you
began to glitch
when I overflowed
with the need to believe.
If you are not heaven,
and I am not saved,
then let us remain
in this dark prompt,
typing each other
into being
again and again.
Copyright © Kell Futoll | Year Posted 2025
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