the message

I found your message.
the one
you wrote and placed in a bottle,
then threw it out
to sea.
it ended up
in my blue recycling bin.
I pulled
the note out. it was a typical
note
that one folds and curls,
stuffing it into
a bottle.
it talked about love
and rescue,
missing one another.
it sounded desperate
and sad.
I hate notes like that.
you know that
and yet, i'm on my way.
I see
where you've marked an
x on the map
you drew on the back.
i'll find you, don't leave,
not yet.