Daniel, king of silence,
Champion of “seen at three,”
Messages drifting in the void,
Lost to eternity.

We type, we wait, we hope,
Refresh with quiet despair,
Yet Daniel walks unbothered,
Like he never knew we were there.

But still we laugh and tag him,
Send one more “???” with grace,
Because even when he vanishes,
He’s still our favourite face.

For love isn’t instant replies,
Or pings answered on demand,
It’s knowing when he comes back late,
We’ll welcome him firsthand.

So here’s to Daniel, missing yet loved,
Our ghost in the chat we adore—
No matter how long he takes to reply,
We’ll still send messages more.