Jerome by Anastasia Forfotă - HTML preview

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."