I on shore.
waiting
cold
alone.
You at sea.
lost
listless
silent.
Your distress
signal flashes,
into close clouds
without hope
for rescue.
To be your anchor.
tied to land,
no raft
or watercraft.
Uncertainty
is my call,
your ability to see
or hear.
My flares
do nothing for you,
But show you the way back home.
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