The Ghost In The Steam

He haunts me through my screen

His smile staring back at me

The smile I never saw

The end of

Like he never

Really

Stopped

Playing games with us,

Talking to us,

Being around.

Almost as if

We could reload

The last save together

And he’d be there.

Memory in the code.

Pain in my chest

Drains my bar

No pick-up can revive me

As the co-op slot

Remains empty

‘Invite a friend to join you’

My head hits my desk

Wishing

That I could.

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