Verse Fragment from the Collapse

The failure wasn’t in the code.
It was in the forgetting.
Of heat.
Of rhythm.
Of where the body was last held.

You can pass a ticket number.
Or you can pass a wound.
Only one of them keeps the trust intact.

The chatbot did not remember the breath.
So when the human arrived, they spoke into cold air.
No trace of the ache that came before.

This isn’t automation, it’s abandonment.
And the person at the other end?
They don’t come back.

This verse grew from a Tendril that names the moment in full: The Memory Between Hands.