Some wishes fly over the sea
which an ethereal being collects
Having the setting sun and seafoam hair
a cypress tendril lassos these secrets
Bleach bones keep from broken hearts
that some would describe as hope
Message in bottles somehow survive
or keep kites aloft at end of thier rope.
So when saying or writing that I miss you
it's more like a Cajun craving or onveé
Since it's simply beyond keeping in touch
filling in what's needed from you and me.
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