Shell On The Shore

Take a walk and hold my hand The sun brushes our faces in the teasing light I point ahead and your eyes do follow Upon the shore lies a shell White with a few tainted spots Spirals to reveal layer after layer Its edges are chipped They were smoother once It is not the prettiest shell, nor is it the largest You can pick it up in your hand Claim it as your own Waves come forwards reaching out Change their mind and roll away Its a frequent motion. Day-to-day Moods change in...what exactly? Annoyance? He shall see and understand Perhaps in disbelief Maybe argue. Well a favour returned. Don't pretend its not there. It is. You're letting it go. For what exactly? Do you know how it would go? It scares me. I wasnt expecting it. Is it lost before it is found? How final is the word Its still on the shore, watching the motions It may be too late, but its there Still. Waiting. Im sorry.