COME TO SAVE ME, LOVE

I am in Sóller, love.
I came on train.
I write a postcard
and I put it in the envelope.
I still remember your name
and Post office Section 3
of a town
where I'll never be.
Come to save me, love:
I have already been shipwrecked.
I write with my blood
on a fiery piece of paper.
The bottle is broken
and without stopper.
The sea is choppy
the hurricane is coming.
Come to save me, love.