The ink is dry, as are my tears.
I look within and all I see is an emptiness.
An emptiness that has returned. 

The ship has left the shore.
I don’t look back as it departs.
My eyes closed, I see what was. 

There is no return.
The currents don’t run that way anymore.
I long for clear skies and beautiful waters. 

For there is no return.  

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