She slams the cork in the bottle
Erasing each word on the crumpled page
And heads out toward the bay.
Sticking her tongue out, she tastes the sourness of Life
Then drops the bottle and watches as it tries to float.
Saddened by the sound of the waves
Beating each memory down to nothing
She runs along the ropey-sand
And just before reaching her doorstep
The wind pulls her back, he pulls her back.
The gentle wind whispers in her ear
It even points her north, where the sun shines
And tells her to go back
But only for the memories, the golden shadows that will forever follow her.
But she's scared that she'll drown
That the past will swallow her whole.
So moving forward she reaches the door
Tries to open it with all of her strength
And realizes she cannot.
