You're in my head
Five days past sunday
and reflected, everywhere

I read your mind, once
silently picking up the discarded and empty
thoughts you didn't dare offer

Your name floats and dips
buoyant and lyrical

You've migrated to a fictional world
twenty pages and an epiphany ago

You were floating
just out of reach
but within my sight
sparkling leagues above me
a message in a bottle



Thanks to etouffee for obvious reasons.