Sleepwalking to Your Frequencies

A cycle of poems «The Night Won’t Let Me Forget You»

I don’t remember falling asleep…
But somehow I’m standing by the screen.
Your voice cuts through the midnight air -
A signal lost, but still right there.

Three thousand miles and seven time zones,
Yet here you are, inside my ear.
A whispered joke through crackled tones,
Like gravity no space can shear.

I saved your calls on low, low repeat,
Played them beneath my pillowcase.
Your laugh’s a drug with steady beat -
It pulls me out of cold dark space.

I walk these halls in half-dream state,
Eyes closed, but moving toward your sound.
Like moths to flame, or hearts to fate,
I follow where your voice is found.

I know it’s not real-time, not live,
Just echoes wrapped in digital lace.
But when the world feels barely alive,
You’re the only warmth I trace.

I’m sleepwalking to your frequencies,
Tuned into your soul’s defenses.
Through static storms and satellite haze,
I find you in forgotten ways.
Not by touch, not by sight - just sound,
But God, it feels like solid ground.

You said you’d call when thunder rolled,
That night you cried but tried to hide.
I wasn’t there - you stayed so bold -
But now your pain lives deep inside.

I press play when the rain comes down,
And let your words become the storm.
Your trembling breath, the only crown
That keeps my loneliness from form.

I whisper back into the void,
Tell you I’m here, though you won’t hear.
My love’s a message undeployed -
But maybe feeling reaches near.

The clock says go, the dawn will rise,
But I’m still caught within your stream.
You’re not awake. You’re not online.
But still, you haunt my dream.

I’m sleepwalking to your frequencies,
Tuned into your soul’s defenses.
Through static storms and satellite haze,
I find you in forgotten ways.
Not by touch, not by sight - just sound,
But God, it feels like solid ground.

Maybe love was never meant
To live in rooms or shared front doors.
Maybe it's just what we invent
To cross impossible shores.

A frequency no map can show,
A wavelength only hearts perceive.
And even if we’ve never known
The peace that daily closeness gives -

I’d rather walk these ghost-lit floors,
Blind, half-awake, and far from right,
Than lose the voice that softly pours
Through every silent night.

‘Cause distance lies. But sound? It knows.
And yours still sings: "You're not alone."

So let the world say it won’t last,
That signals fade and feelings bend.
But while your voice remains intact…
I’ll keep on walking, step by step.

No map. No light. Just trust.
Guided by your tone.
Sleepwalking to your frequencies…
And never feeling truly alone.