You’re the thread I left idle—
       never joined
         not killed,
          no garbage collection,

       just quietly waiting on input.

I go about the day
     launching processes,
     executing context switches,
     spinning up focus like it’s cheap…

But you’re still there.

Parked.

Quiet.

A perfectly permanent background task,
    looping while I type into windows
    that don’t know how to ask the right questions.

The others are threads, sure—
    meetings, debugging, check-ins,
    little bursts of meaning—

But you?
    You’re *blocking*.
    You’ve got priority. (nice -20)

Every signal pulls toward you—
      the moment before a message lands,
      the flicker of hope in a blank notification shade.

Your voice is a mutex.
     Once acquired, I can’t do anything else.

Even now,
     I pretend to work—
     but really?

I’m just waiting for this idle process to run again.

To call back.

To wake up this thread with a smile.