Static Frequency
I think it’s funny
how you just appear in my head
like some late-night radio station
cutting through static.
No warning.
No reason.
Just a sudden
“hello, I’m here.”
And there you are again.
Sometimes it happens in silence,
sometimes while I’m driving,
sometimes while the world is loud enough
to drown out every other thought.
But not you.
I still remember watching you play that gig,
how the room seemed smaller
because all my attention
kept orbiting around you.
You looked so alive up there,
like music belonged in your hands
the same way stars belong to the night.
And me?
I was standing there smiling so hard
my cheeks started to hurt,
trying to act normal
while my heart was basically screaming.
It’s ridiculous, honestly.
How one person
can randomly cross your mind
and suddenly your whole mood softens.
Like my brain opens a door
just long enough for you to lean in and say,
“Hey.
Don’t forget about me.”