The Next Blank Page — DmitriiK

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We drew a map on a paper cup
At the harbor café before it shut
You traced the coast with a coffee-stained thumb
Said, “We can leave when the morning comes”

The tide keeps turning under the pier
I’m scared of the distance, not of you here

Our sails catch the waves as they carry us on
Our future’s a place we can make as we go
Time won’t wait while the old days change
So take my hand; we’ll find our way

Your jacket’s folded beside my bag
Two train tickets tucked in the lining tag
The town looks smaller from the ferry deck
Still, I hear its streets when the ropes come slack

The tide keeps turning; the shoreline bends
A door closes softly, another begins

Our sails catch the waves as they carry us on
Our future’s a place we can make as we go
Time won’t wait while the old days change
So take my hand; we’ll find our way

If the wind shifts, let it shift
If we lose the route, we’ll redraw it
No promise that the sea stays kind
Just your shoulder close to mine

Our sails catch the waves as they carry us on
Our future’s a place we can make as we go
Time won’t wait while the old days change
So take my hand; we’ll find our way
We’ll find our way

The harbor fades behind the blue
The next blank page is me and you