As I stand at the water’s edge, where the sea meets the sky, Waves of emotion crash, blurring the line between past and present.

Yet through the fog, your light shines, a beacon of hope;  Guiding me, steady, through the storm, revealing a path I could not see.

In the end, it wasn’t you at the horizon,
It was me, always me, waiting to be found.
But it was your strength, your hope, that carried me through the tide.

Now, as our journey fades with the setting sun, I let go; Thank you, old friend, for steering me home when I was lost at sea.

So long, and farewell.


— Sincerely, Boris