She sighed, a heavy sigh
a wish, a regret
exited the stationary PC, pressed the sleep button
switched off the lamp.
Only empty words in an empty room
to strangers turned the other way
She retired early to her bedroom, her sanctuary
bringing a mug of wassail mixed with wine.
The aroma tingled in her nose, golden, hopeful, light
She changed into something soft,
tapped her bedside lamp on
a yellow glow on sea blue coverlet
settled in with her laptop,
three books of poems,
arranged her settings
Was it anticipation? Some expected loveliness or ethereal thought?
Someone to receive it?
Someone to listen, silently and far away.
Message in a bottle