I can still hear you through a million years. Your voice survives where everything disappears. Buried beneath the silence, I know your frequency. A distant pulse still moving underneath me. Time took the shape of an empty room. Still, something in the dark remembers you. I crossed forever and your echo followed. No distance could teach my body to forget. The stars went cold, but you remained somewhere. Faint as a signal beneath the static. If I become nothing, let the echo remain. I can still hear you through a million years.
