Memories in a bottle

Memories that are washed ashore
Unseen, snatched glimpses
Of what could have been.
Had you felt my pain
And seen my suffering
Thing, for sure
Different it would have been.
I put it all in a bottle
And throw it somewhere in the
Sea, It's gone and I wait no more
But, I am yet not free.

© Written by Garima Mahajan