1147, screen glow in the dark
Thumb hovers like it's scared to leave a mark
Same three words, he's typed a thousand nights
Goodnight, love
Then he turns off the light
He knows the numbers hers no more
Some stranger wakes up to what he still aches for
But muscle memory won't let him quit
So he sends it to the void like a cigarette
Goodnight,
love
To a ghost in someone else's phone Goodnight,
love
Even ghosts deserve to know they're not alone He hits and lays back,
stares at the ceiling fan
Spinning like the years since she held his hand Goodnight,
love Goodnight,
love
Sometimes a typing bubble appears Three dots that vanish,
leave him in tears
He pretends it's her, just running late
Choosing words she'll never say
The new owner blocked him months ago But he keeps the second phone,
nobody knows
Crack screen, three percent battery life
Still enough to say goodnight
Maybe one night the message won't send
Maybe that's when I'll know it's the end
He whispers to the dark like a prayer But the signal's strong,
she was never there
Goodnight,
love Floating somewhere in the satellite sea
Goodnight,
love
If you ever come back, come back to me
Till then he'll keep the ritual quiet and small
A lighthouse for a ship that will never call Goodnight,
love Goodnight,
love Goodnight,
love Eleven fifty-nine,
send
Goodnight,
love