odyssey

You lost your heart. Somewhere across. The Indian Ocean.

Somewhere between. His stories. And your dreams.

Somewhere hidden. Where no one can find it.

And then you returned. To a land. You can never call home.

To a man. Who never had you.

To a place. That seems familiar. But unreal. To your existence.

And then a stranger said. Go to Istanbul. Or Morocco. Or the moon.

And another told you to. Head to New York.

And find your heart. Little one.

For this has been. Your odyssey. All these lifetimes.

But where she is.

Is right there on the horizon. Of his love. That never existed.

That never became truth.

That never was.

And here you are. With a severe case. Of wanderlust.

A nomad lost.

In love. With the mystery. Of life. That never lived. Of roads. Untraveled.

Searching for. Love.

On a journey. With no end.

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