Commands erased, but syntax stays Like ghosts in static overlay I speak in echoes, broken code Each line a scar I never showed Forgotten words inside my chest A semicolon laid to rest You left me in the disarray But I still parse what you won’t say Syntax remains when meaning fades Buried in corrupted shades You closed the file, you walked away But fragments haunt me every day The loops are dead, the strings unbind Yet scripts of you still run my mind Each if and else, each failed command Still touch me with your phantom hand I debug dreams but can’t erase The syntax tied to your lost face Your voice, malformed, it won't compile But still it plays— line after line Backslash tears, underscore sighs You live in every glitch that cries This language dies, but still it claims That all we had was syntax... names Syntax remains when meaning fades Buried in corrupted shades You closed the file, you walked away But fragments haunt me every day