Your note is scrolled into a bottle
Waiting for the day you will read it
Far fetched hopes some may say
But those hopes won't ever quit
I know one day you'll find that bottle
Words I should have said before your obit
I should have told you how much I cared
Before the cancer decided to commit
Everything you told me, every truth
Those words continue to kick and hit
For every opportunity you gave me
My eyes always opened in delight
The beauty your heart exhibited
Even your shadow radiated light
I wish I held your hand as you left us
Just to be there as you said goodnight
4/27/13
YOU ARE READING
Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
