It arrived upon a wave
On his back porch
The one that faced the sea

Upon breaking the bottle
He recognized the pen
The ink
40 years before

Were his
The Words
Placed so gently into the sea
For her

‘I read them...’
In an instant, there she was
Just the way that she stood
So beautiful
The day that he wrote the words
That he put into the sea

‘You still love me?’
‘Even more so...more so than time that was took from me...’
Quick to embrace
Closed his eyes
She was gone
As was the sea
Just a back porch
Faded words burned into his memory...