Cracked

As you were,

long dark hair gliding in the breezy chill.
Your hands, warming your coat pockets.
Your arm wrapped round mine.

My bottled message
washed ashore,
You lifted off the seaweed
And saw through the muck.

What you glimpsed was well written,
proofread,
but still
you hurled it back
into choppy waters.

As I am,

still afloat
but cracked
and taking water.