out to sea
I am writing about you to let you go, Not just of you but of these feelings that no one can know, But the sea. I will bottle the words and throw it out With a kiss and a hurried goodbye. And when it’s ready, the bottle will sing to the waves, Of your name, it will be sung sweet and right, The arch of your neck, Your fingers, I love your hands, That so politely cover your mouth when you laugh, What a laugh, Your brown tanned skin. The bottle cries as it sings, But the waves bear no judgement, it will listen, Glistening, Under the glorious evening sun. And it will say, oh what tragedy The story ends this way. Many before have sung this song, Each one different but all full of Violent emotion, Of love and of giving love up to the light, In return for the weight, that wears and weighs, Of unbearable pain and The inexorable end. The sea embraces the bottle, tenderly as it always does, Washing it over and over and swallowing its tears. This is why I’ll never run dry. With the steady dance of the currents and tides, Your song will be part of the sea. Together these songs, a symphony, An ode to love that must be forgotten.
