We spoke in dots… soft waves of thought,
No words between us, yet all was caught.
We never touched, nor shared much time,
But silence turned into unwritten rhyme.

You vanished, no goodbye, no trace,
Yet in my coffee, I see your face.
Summer in London brings no sun,
Just echoes of what’s never begun.

I heard you, without words, without sound,
Waves of canal cry where our hearts drowned.
You were my poem, unwritten but known,
My dream-shaped silence, my marrow, my bone.

I sit alone in Departure, as once together,
And wave my feelings through quiet fear.
Departure lingers where your shadow lay…
And I, still waiting, I never say goodbye.

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