S.O.S., this signal’s burning through the static of my chest
Your name keeps flickering on every screen I haven’t slept
I’m drifting, lips still salted from the storm we never left
Transmit my heartbeat—three short knocks—before the daylight intercepts
If you receive, rewind the night, replay the vinyl of our breath
I’m stranded on the echo of your yes, no rescue ship, just silhouettes
So send a flare, I’ll reflect the light, flip the horizon till it re-sets
S.O.S., still tuned to you—save the frequency, don’t reset.