Silence hangs heavy, a storm in the air,
Our dreams, once entwined, now a tangled affair.
Your mountain beckons, a peak cold and stark,
While my ocean whispers, leaving its mark.

(Who said it would be easy, this weaving of souls?
Two rivers converging, losing their own goals?)

Your eyes, once a haven, now hold a fierce fire,
Burning with purpose, a relentless desire.
My heart, ever searching, seeks solace in tides,
In the rhythm of waves where my spirit confides.
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