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I Have a Message and No Bottle

by Megan Guimbellot

I'm driving along the streets that we travelled
and missing the feel of your hand in mine.//your hands are not perfect, no, they are calloused by the miles of strings they have travelled over
composing and confiding
your hands are not perfect but i remember my face held steady between them;;your tired eyes after a night of watching me twist and turn in sleep, your last goodbye that hung in the air between us ((the morning was far too cold to have stayed out so long))//and now im left standing on the banks of the Mississippi River, searching for the chill air that reminds me of you and blowing kisses that I can only hope will drift upon these muddy waters south to the Gulf and they will ride the breezes to warmer weather
where you will be waiting to meet them on a distant shore
quiet but not lonely

01/08/2008

Author's Note: I was going to send a message in a bottle but i thought maybe you'd like this more

Posted on 01/09/2008
Copyright © 2020 Megan Guimbellot

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/09/08 at 04:24 AM

I hope they do. Fine work.

Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 01/09/08 at 06:32 PM

OMG! This is beautiful! ~N

Posted by Samantha Shaw on 01/09/08 at 09:52 PM

as i read this, i took a walk down memory lane. i could feel the wind on my face as the words danced around me. hope he's deserving ;)

Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 01/10/08 at 05:58 AM

romance. ahhhh....it tastes so deliciously just right. love the punctuation. mmm.

Posted by Kimberly Bauer on 12/27/09 at 09:35 PM

Couldn't be better! You have swept me away!

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