In tides of thought, your face returns, A shadow cast where salt wind burns. The ocean speaks in whispered calls, Through hollow minds and broken walls.
Your eyes were harbors, calm and wide, Where I once anchored hope inside. But waves have taken what we knew, And left behind this ghost of you.
Now silhouettes drift through the mist, Faint echoes of the times we missed. A shipwrecked heart, a vanished shore I reach for you, but you’re no more.