Under the glistening moonlight,

where cold waves meet,

I am still here, where you left me .

Still the same person, but only the shell of it.

Shattered into pieces

scattered everywhere,

yet not afraid to disappear.

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I look to where I last saw you,

hoping to re-live the moment,

to be in your presence again even though it’s just a dream.

If fate were kind, you might return

but knowing my destiny, I can only hope

You and I are one,

in another world.