I got furious and threw a bottle into the sea with no hope of salvation.
No note, no letter, not a single verse of communication.
And I expect to be found.
Furious, I threw a bottle into the sea with no hope of salvation.
My friends behind me are beginning to quiet.
Their laughter dying into the rumble of waves that do their best to mitigate me.
I am deaf to them.
She who has won my affections may have a gleam in her eye as to why.
But I left no note, no letter, not a single verse of communication.
I should expect not to be found.
I continued down the shore without my friends,
screaming-throwing bottles into the sea with no hope of salvation.
I threw an empty bottle onto the sand.
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