I sat on the hard wood above the
lapping waves below me
an ashy cig in the corner of
my pink lips
the dust off my youth falling
from the tip and into the world
each breath slashing a whip against my bruised back
the memories of you float on
rotten debris in the water
drowning every smile
every laugh and yell
I flick the cigarette into the sea
watching your ashes dissipate in the water
and only time will tell
if they will wash back ashore
but in the meantime
my love notes shall be written in messages in a bottle
for future generations to coo over
gathering that we were children in love
they won't know the screams
they won't know the tears and anger
they believe whatever fantasy their mind creates
but as long as they can be at peace
I shall keep the truth under lock and key
