In a world flooded with blue light and unread messages, Signal Lost explores the quiet ache of being connected to everything but no one.

These poems trace the hollow intimacy of emojis, the slow fade of digital ghosts, the longing inside a "Seen at 2:07 AM." With slant rhyme as its heartbeat, this collection drifts between glitch and grace, loneliness and longing, reality and render.

For anyone who has ever stared at a screen, waiting—for a reply, a pulse, or a reason.