it's the thought that counts

when she

died,

we all wrote a tearful note

to her

and stuffed it into a bottle,

we put the cork

on and threw

it into the sea.

it didn't go far though,

and came

back to shore

in the grey winter waves.

finally,

i swam out into

the freezing

water

with the bottle and tossed

it towards

France

with a mighty heave.

we found it again

the next day,