Beyond the horizon, where the sky forgets to end,
I followed the echo of promises in the wind.
Your voice, a lantern in the frost of my chest,
still burns through the dark I wear like a vest.
Icebergs drift like memories, slow and unthawed,
each white scar whispers the name I once called.
I sail on the hush of a wave that never breaks,
carving your shadow into every dawn I fake.
Beyond the horizon, I’m nowhere—and still—
the ocean keeps breathing, and you never will.