If I were a lighthouse I would
bring you home.
I would search miles of empt sea
just to spot you the
moment you return.
My yellow gaze
would pierce through layer upon
layer of foggy night as a makeshift sun for you to follow.
And through the haze of
each and every day I would
weep lighthouse tears and keep
the lantern prime for when
the night falls.
And I'll still be waiting for you.
Stoically standing guard, helping
others land safely, but all the while
waiting for you.
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