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There are places on this earth that maps will never chart. Not because they are distant, but because they are empty. They exist only in the heart.

There is a loneliness that has nothing to do with being alone. It comes when something you loved has vanished; not buried, not broken just… gone. Adrift somewhere beyond your reach. Perhaps lost. Perhaps searching for a way back.

This is not a poem about forgetting.

This is a poem about waiting.

About standing at the edge of all you know, watching the horizon for a shape you might never see again. And still waiting. Not because you believe it is certain — but because you believe it is possible.

Love, after all, has never needed directions.

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Adrift upon the midnight sea,
I wander where no stars will see,
Where silver waves in hush arise,
And whisper low their lullabies.

The moon, in grief, begins to weep,
As winds fall silent, worlds asleep,
And somewhere in that quiet light,
A distant shore escapes the night.

I sail where dreams forget their name,
Where voices fade like candle flame,
Where love, once tethered, slips away,
And haunts the sky in ghostly grey.

With tattered sails and hollow cries,
I fall beneath unending skies,
Hands reaching through what’s left undone,
Far past the edges of the sun.

The storms lie down, their fury spent,
While time itself grows indolent,
Yet tides still pull with silver gleam,
And drown me gently in a dream.

If I could break beyond the blue,
Would all my wandering lead to you?
Or am I cursed to stand, unknown,
And call to shores I’ll never own?

The ocean sighs, the heavens cry,
A phantom ship still scars the sky,
And I — adrift through years untold —
Will wait till love comes steering home.

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In the end, every ocean is just a mirror for the heart. It rises and falls, it carries and drowns, it loses and returns.

Some waits last a lifetime. Some waits last beyond it.

But those who wait — truly wait — know one thing better than anyone else in this world.

Love does not vanish.

It sails.

And somewhere, beyond every lost horizon, something once yours remembers the way home.

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