Wednesday clicked—
     work conquered,
     Irby's trivia crushed,
     a solo victory lap.

     (finally, random knowledge proves useful)

Quiet texts drifted
      back and forth,
      just enough to know

      we're still tethered by soft, invisible threads.

Alone in my bar stool,
      but not lonely—
      smiling through solo moments,

      each answer whispered with you quietly in mind.

Yesterday was perfect—
          proof we don't need
          constant touch
          to stay synced,
          winning softly,
     solo but not lonely,
          separate seats,

               same team.