True North Cipher

[Verse 1]
The green signal light on Polyarnaya Street, Anya,
blinking our names out in code, incomplete.
That January, the sun never came,
just the taste of black tea and the shape of your name.
I mapped your silence, a new azimuth line,
a ghost in the static I knew would be mine.

[Chorus]
You are my true north, my one clear line,
a ghost signal I ping for, all the time.
My pressure hull fails when you look away,
the only transmission I cannot betray.

[Verse 2]
The ice on Kola Bay, a cracked glass screen,
and the hum of the city, a low submarine.
"The ice will hold," you swore, and took my hand,
a promise written on frozen land.
But the fracture spread from a point unseen,
a frequency shift in what we had been.

[Chorus]
You are my true north, my one clear line,
a ghost signal I ping for, all the time.
My pressure hull fails when you look away,
the only transmission I cannot betray.

[Bridge]
Berlin strobes don't pulse the way our signal did.
Just a garbled echo of something we hid.
Are you running silent?
Am I jammed?

[Outro]
Ping.
No return.