The Weathered Compass

The compass spins, its needle lost and cold,

No north star guides me, in this story untold.

Waves of longing crash, upon the shores of despair,

A shipwreck of memories, forever etched there.

Your laughter, a distant lighthouse, fading from view,

Leaving me adrift, in a sea of endless blue.

The sails of hope hang limp, with tears for the breeze,

A love story unfinished, lost on restless seas.

Will dawn ever break, pierce the storm-filled night?

Can a new star ignite, and guide me back to the light?

Or will I forever wander, lost in this ocean's embrace,

A weathered compass, lost at sea, with no familiar place.

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