Three simple words.

Alone he walks down
sandy shores as dusk arrives
and silences day.

With no one in sight
nor a cloud in the sky the
beach is his escape -

from life, from love, from
the thoughts that anguish his mind.
Silence is comfort.

Silence is freedom.
Silence is hearing the words
and thoughts from within.

Yet on this night he
cannot think of anything
other than a girl.

To the beach he came
to write his thoughts on paper
to tell her how he feels

with help from liquor
he hopes is an elixir
to find the words to say.

He stares longingly
at every wave crashing as
if each were a phrase,

a thought, a question.
One by one waves perish; he's
left with a blank page.

After hours of
thought he finds the strength to write
three words on paper.

Three words that mean the
world but only when echoed;
here there's only silence.

He puts the message
in the empty liquor bottle;
never to be seen again

Alone he walks down
sandy shores as dawn gives birth
to the light of day.

He throws the bottle
into the sea and watches it
drift away. Silence.

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