My Ruth

i can't seem to seek why all this love spreading .and yet no one joy of pleasant intent comes my way. For i wish at least for one to lie or play a joke on me.
What”  what's this shattered glass on the beaches sand. Who could have left such a misery on my path. Im angry now" thing's can get worse. Im picking the broken glass’ from sands’ and half the wine bottle is still intact.
But Wait There's a note” darn it” before I can get to it, and lay it on my hands” the wave had ran with it. I swore on clear sight’ it said my name’ but that's all’  the wave came down. And I wasn't paying attention. And I could not take the note from in the bottle’ and I could not chase it with shattered glass all around.. But it said my name I know it did. Who am i kidding the Town itself  had many who have the same name. All it left was broken glass and the green grasshopper bowl that they used to wrap the note. In the bottle. I took it with me. And it took me a while to understand that it was just a coincidence. I want it to be so real i was clouding my own judgement.  It's just that it was like the one my Ruth wore. It was her favorite till she left... that bowl that note. Who I wish i knew who it was for. Could not be my Ruth its been 6 years since the sea took my only seed...