Last Seen

                      Last Seen

Looking at your socials—

your “last seen” every second—

has become my favorite hobby

since you left me behind.

I know you won’t text me.

Still, I come online each time

just to feel your presence

on my screen.

My socials are empty without you.

Strangers drop messages now and then,

but silly me—

I wait only for yours,

the one text that could brighten

my darkest hour.

"Last seen" feels like punishment.

I can’t switch it off,

because I need to know—

just to check your last trace.

And when that “last seen” turns to “online,”

my heart echoes with hope,

drenched in love and feelings

you’ll never know.

But your message

still doesn’t appear.