It's a small bottle with a cap.
It smells like cinnamon
And it's made of glass.
I filled it with as many languages as I know
And sealed the cap with wax
And I filled the little bottle with all of the things
Middle school me needed to hear.
I hope she finds it.
I know she won't.
She looked at stars but could not
She watched the scalloped water, she would not
She always saw the empty in the ocean,
She never saw the future I put there.
I put a message in a bottle and sent it into space.
I filled it with hope for someone
I've never met,
The people I have always been.
As I watched it wash away,
I knew I needed it back.
I am not done needing it.
I told them all
you are enough,
I never got to know if I was.
I never got a bottle back.