Bottled Memories

I remember discussions with loved ones I smile and reckon We were all wrong We flew like fireflies into glass bottles Eager at a young age Unsure if we could deal With growing pains These growing pains But I broke down Realizing I was wrong Just played pretend You are a snake that eats its tail I'll be a deer surprised By the headlights of a speeding car I remember the campfire On the shore of the cold northcoast How your hair flew in the wind How the fireflies touched your sunburned skin And it all seems so distant Like a vivid dream But I was sitting in a glass house Was playing with stones Tiresomely holding on to fragments of a long disillusioned night But the wind changed When you left the house with the tide Was left to cry in your wake Could not cope with this pain I took the train to the sea Watched the waves move effortlessly By chance or design I saw a bottle afloat In an outcry of panic I rushed into the cold blue The waves or me I thought Till I touched the glass I touched the glass At the shore with soaked clothes And trembling hands I checked the bottle Hoped for it to glow But all it contained Were bitter truths That I had forgotten