Message in a bottle

For Bob

That summer will always remain
so very still and close
I was afraid to breathe lest everything would dissolve
before I could take hold of your hand
and you would pull me back
to walk along that dusty dirt road
kicking up the stones with the tips of our boots
I can remember our laughter, giddy yet nervous
so frightened by the uncertainty of bits and pieces
of our lives falling apart
We sat on the old wooden bridge you and I
and the hours passed
our words drifting out into the river
like a message in a bottle
Hoping someone would save us.

K. Pilapovich
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