Message in a bottle

A poem

The message I wrote,
placed carefully in a bottle,
drifted back to my shore;
spoiled by the sea.
Unread,
unreadable.

The words I wrote
with a stick in the sand,
were washed away
before anyone
could read them.

The writing I did
in the condensation
on the bathroom mirror
dribbled together
became illegible,
was wiped away.

Only the words in my head remain
and they are unwritten,
unspeakable
meant only for my inner ear.