Note to a loved one

If your writers go on a coffee run
you'll be trying not to breathe in
you'll be choking out silent letters and
if you're anything like me then
you'll put your happy memories all in a bottle
you'll turn to see them drifting off on the water
and you'll watch as you lose your last friend
and soon you'll be writing the end.

You won't even find your hanging rope
but someone will throw you a line and
then you will feel the pressure of hope
when hope is a flood in your mind and
across the ocean floor he will write of his heart
so that you begin aching to get in that far.
You can hope to start hoping again if
you don't panic and if you don't swim.