A Note Came to Shore
My love
wrote me a note
saying
"I have to go."
Nothing more, words, only four,
and he went.
Later he said
through a messenger now dead
"I'm lost;
please send for me."
But I've not yet found myself,
and my lips are sewn,
what other use've I alone?
My feet's trails've been washed away,
the blood shed, swallowed by a wave.
A gunshot loud and clear
buzzes by my ear
telling me to Wake up!
It all has been a dream.
When I open my eyes,
the note lays crumpled in the sea,
the red steals what tides bring
and hides it where you're hidden.
"I'm lost;
please send for me."