Bottled Memories

As I sit on the beach With a empty glass coke bottle The wind is blowing and so is my thoughts The sand is cool, The waves whisper your name The dark skies are empty of stars, But full of night. I begin to cry, Watery tears But I dare not to waste them Each one that falls from my cheeks The empty glass coke bottle catches each drop. For each drop is a memory of our love. Rest in heaven my dear.