Floating with the sand below, with the waves
swishing, swooshing, sweeping beside my glass.
My rigid body sways with the movement
around me. Corked top and full of letters.
Letters of love, letters of longing and
loneliness. His questions beg for her to
answer. She shows them to her lover. They
share a long laugh and throw the letters in
the hearth. His heart aches because he knows that
he will not get a reply in return.
Before he set me free into the cold
sea, he sealed me with a kiss between my cork and
glass. A tear slides down my curved body as he
places me in the water, praying that
I reach the one he loves. But I never do.
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