Signal Fade

Hold the line a little longer, I'm still here under the noise — every tower going colder, every word a falling voice. If the signal fades, find me where the last bar used to be. Count the silence back to zero, I'll be louder than the sea. Static in the morning, static in the rain, I keep your name on airplane mode and play it back again. Hold the line a little longer. I am learning how to stay in the half-light of a message that the network ate away.