Last Signal from You

Twelve long nights I’ve walked the same block Your voicemail lingers like a freight train clock I counted every pause, every breath you didn’t say Your whisper on replay, I trace the miles day by day I map your laugh in empty rooms I find you in the echo of these old tunes This frequency feels alive, not just a sound Last signal from you A crooked line that still feels true Last signal from you Every fragment amplifies what I knew I follow it straight through I won’t let silence be the final view Last signal from you Morning bus rattles past your window seat Your coffee cold at nine, I saved the receipt Dust motes settle where you laughed last December I hold onto these fragments so I’ll remember I know each crackle and spill of a line You’re not just memory, you’re signal defined Last signal from you A crooked line that still feels true Last signal from you Every fragment amplifies what I knew I follow it straight through I won’t let silence be the final view Last signal from you This static isn’t white noise, it’s a pulse I track its heartbeat, find its impulse Every lost second bends back to you A compass spinning until it’s true Last signal from you A crooked line that still feels true Last signal from you None of it fades, it twists into the new I follow it straight through I won’t let silence be the final view Last signal from you