Undone

Scraps of clothing left discarded on the floor of
An empty house.

The silence that follows after we tell you
The truth.

A moment in time when the world seems to
Stop.

Words you will never be able to
Say.

Plans you will never be able to
Make.

Falling down
down
down into the future
Without

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Friday Fictioneers: Letter in a Bottle

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This is my submission for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. To read more stories and add your own, click on the blue froggy.

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Letter found in a bottle:

When I feel completely, utterly alone, you’re there.

You don’t always quiet the storm. You don’t always make me feel better. When all is said and done, I think all we really need, all any of us can give, is that calm, cool certainty. There will be a port out there waiting for you, when your ship is ready to come in.

If today I do not return, I pray you never forget: you were there. You did what you could. I tried to come back, but this time for some reason I couldn’t.