distant frequencies

Your name still lights the dashboard when the city falls asleep.

A message sent at 2 AM that neither of us should keep.

I watch the screen go dark again,

then drive another mile.

We got good at saying nothing

in a hundred different styles.

Every word arrives too late,

every silence says enough.

We’re just signals after midnight,

crossing somewhere in the dark.

Little pieces of a frequency that never reach the heart.

We keep calling through the static like there’s something left to find.

But some voices only echo when you’ve already said goodbye. (goodbye)

You asked if I still miss it.

I almost said I do.

Not the fighting, not the ending,

just the version I knew of you.

The highway signs keep passing,

white reflections in the rain.

I don’t know where you’re going,

but I hope you’re not the same.

Maybe distance isn’t cruel.

Maybe distance tells the truth.

We’re just signals after midnight,

crossing somewhere in the dark.

Little pieces of a frequency that never reach the heart.

We keep calling through the static like there’s something left to find.

But some voices only echo when you’ve already said goodbye. (goodbye)

No more waiting for the phone.

No more reading into silence.

If we only meet as memories,

let them lose their perfect timing.

Let the signal disappear.

Let the night absorb the sound.

Some connections aren’t forever,

they just show you what you found.

We’re just signals after midnight,

fading somewhere out of range.

What once sounded like forever is a frequency that changed.

I can hear you through the static,

but I don’t need to reply.

Some voices only echo so you know it’s time to say goodbye. (goodbye)