True North

All your glances
Are now gone
For each one lost
There is a shade of ache
As you look elsewhere
I stare at the dust.

Getting away is by no means acceptance
A momentary distraction
It's just delaying a decision
That every time I push back and regret
Each time I come across.

I am aware that I am no longer
What you're chasing after
No long wind, sea, warmth
Welcoming arms, true north.

All your words
Have become just
A sad accident
And not essencе
Of our being us.

Getting away is by no means accеptance
A momentary distraction
It's just delaying a decision
That every time I push back and regret
Each time I come across.

I am aware that I am no longer
What you're chasing after
No longer wind, sea, warmth
Welcoming arms, true north.

That blue
That hue of a celestial cloak
An infinite mystery
Belonging to your eyes.

I am aware that I am no longer
What you're chasing after
No longer wind, sea, warmth
Welcoming arms, true north.