Driftwood

I was sixteen
when I knew I wouldn't find a message in a bottle.
Had I looked for longer...
(Though I had not searched the beach for years,
Still I knew.)
An unspecific, bubbling calling,
A low howl of a pain from someone across the border -
My little, torn torrent.
It didn't have to be from you -
My message unfound
(Though, I was sure,
it could only be.)