Echoes in the Static

A cycle of poems «The Last Letter I Burned Was My Own»

Radio hums a dead channel’s breath,
Your voice still cuts through after death.
Not yours in flesh - but in the noise,
A ghost that shatters all my poise.

I ripped the wires, smashed the screen,
Drowned the signal in gasoline.
But silence breeds your frequency -
A curse that haunts relentlessly.

You’re echoes in the static, screaming through the void,
A love I killed, but never destroyed.
Every crackle, every hiss -
Is your whisper I can’t dismiss.
I twist the dial, I beg for peace…
But your memory won’t release.
You’re gone - but you own the air I breathe -
A phantom howl beneath my teeth.

We spoke in codes through midnight air,
Secrets only we could share.
You’d say, “If I vanish, listen close -
You’ll find me where the signal flows.”
I laughed and kissed your trembling lips…
Then let you drown in my eclipse.
Now every broadcast bleeds your name -
A siren calling me to flame.

I buried phones, I burned the tapes,
Sealed my heart in iron shapes.
But your voice leaks through concrete walls -
A spectral hymn that never falls.

You’re echoes in the static, screaming through the void,
A love I killed, but never destroyed.
Every crackle, every hiss -
Is your whisper I can’t dismiss.
I twist the dial, I beg for peace…
But your memory won’t release.
You’re gone - but you own the air I breathe -
A phantom howl beneath my teeth.

I drive the highways, windows down,
Searching for a clearer sound.
But every station plays your sigh -
In minor keys, beneath black sky.
You’re in the buzz of streetlight glare,
In every breath of midnight air.
Not haunting me to drag me low -
But showing me how far I fell from “home.”

I begged the void to take your sound,
To bury you in hallowed ground.
But the static laughed - a hollow tone -
“You made her ghost. Now sleep alone.”
So I scream into the amplifier’s maw,
A broken king without a law.
You’re not in heaven - you’re in the hum…
The only truth my ruin’s become.

You’re echoes in the static, tearing through my soul,
A wound that bleeds beyond control.
Every frequency, every stream -
Still drowns me in your last “I dreamed…”
I claw my skin, I break the sky -
But your voice won’t say goodbye.
You’re gone - but you rule the noise I trust…
My love… my curse… my static dust.

So let the towers fall, let signals die -
I’ll still hear you in the lullaby
Of broken air, of lost command…
Of a love I couldn’t understand.
Echoes…
Static…
Truth…
You’re everywhere…
And I’m still yours.