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At the restaurant where their laughter once stayed,
A goodbye was spoken, but never fully made.
Her love was water, flowing endlessly,
Still filling the space where her lover used to wait.
She waits by the glass, beneath the ocean's blue,
Wondering if someday she'll come back too.
Maybe she left,
maybe she's on her way,
She calls it love,
though it sometimes feels like hate,
For hope can make a heart forget its fate.
The ocean stays fair, neither sail .
the water still waits , where the mermaid had left
she wait,she's waved