was that she was in a bottle
then escaped but it was so
vast, so lonely that only the
word was left
as it was in
the start - it was only
the word
that kept her
from stopping
the world - from
entering the
peace she longs
for - at times
she imagines herself
back in
the bottle
nice and warm
blankets upon
blankets but
the heat stifling
the hours
long and her poet
of long ago
a memory
that entered her
being as her
husband entered
her - the sadness
of these moments
made her cry: now she cries to fill
the ocean so that her journey when
the time to cross arrives will be smooth
for you see - he waits for her: her in a different form
