On the island it was just you and I.
I was the only one around.
When I saw the wave come crashing down.
I watched it sweep you out to sea.
I couldn’t help you, I couldn’t breathe.
The nights were the worst.
By myself for miles.
My time alone was my biggest trial.
The waves always returned to the shore line.
And I was never returned my cloud nine.
The ocean’s heartbeat.
I could feel on some days, its steady rhythm wet against my feet.
I walked countless days around the island. Some days to the top of the high land.
I just kept looking out to sea.
The calendar stopped keeping up with me.
So I ripped out the month of February.
I turned it over and wrote you this note.
I rolled it up and stuffed it in a bottle hoping it would float.
Float across every wave, and find its way to you.
You are dearly missed, if only you knew.
). I can't help but wonder if you wrote this about a particular person or if it was just something you came up with. Your phrases and imagery lead me to rule out the latter. 