.
I forgot the words
to all my promises,
and all my apologies.
.
Prayers left my lips,
but I couldn’t say
what language they were in.
Everything I said
didn’t really matter
anyway.
.
When you turned
your face away,
I knew I was speaking words
that would never be heard.
.
I cast this bottle away,
it held all my hope,
where it used to hold despair.
Words scrawled out onto a page
and rolled up inside.
Thrown from the ocean side.
.
I hope this message finds you,
wherever you are.
I hope that you can read it,
not sure that I’ve made any sense
so far.
.
I’m just trying to tell you,
trying to show you,
who I am.
Maybe I’m wrong about you.
Maybe you’re wrong about me.
The way you are.
The way I am.
I’m trying the best I can.
.
.
HG – 2020
