Maria Sheehan

Message In A Bottle

I thought of you today, my thoughts were not pretty

I bet you would like to Know

I was going to tell you

I was going to meet you

Then I stopped and gasped

Why would I do that to me

Why would I suffer the misery

After all, you are History

Then I began to jot down my anguish

One by one, the words flowed

One by one, the tears fell

Down my tired face

I kept the feeling going

It all poured out

The lies, the deceit

The harsh residue of ever knowing you

I saw a bottle on the counter

I grabbed it with intent

I rolled up my page

I deftly slotted it into the bottle

I walked to the river

I watched as my bottle floated away

Should it find you, well and good

If not, it is gone

My words are gone

My sadness dismissed

In a message in a bottle.