And I came upon a black shell.
It wasn’t like all the other shells,
It wasn’t sticking out, or glistening in light,
It was just another shell.
I went to the water and dunked my head in.
Couldn’t breathe for a second when the cold came.
The waves were brutal,
But I let the blue cleanse over the tiny little person of me,
Till I couldn’t feel my toes, and then my feet.
I walked on the broken shells just beyond the shore.
I knew that it hurt but I couldn’t feel it much anymore.
What I would give to let your passing by.
The presence of you in everything I do,
Are like the waves,
So much greater so in the light of the moon.
What can you tell me about the depths of the ocean?
You held back everything you ever had.
Strong guarded it with your life.
I’m sorry for what they did to you when they could,
But couldn’t you see?
Everything you gave me I gave back twofold.
You didn’t see it.
They never do, not until it isn’t there for them to see anymore.
Everywhere I went it was there, just over my shoulder
A little to the right, sometimes to the left.
But there it was,
Sucking the energy from the sun
And devouring it.
I went to the beach that day,
And I found this black shell,
A mnemonic of fond memories
It was as if it called out to me.
I went to it finally, for the last time.
Braced myself to say goodbye,
Looked out into the horizon of nothingness,
So ready to leave it behind
But somehow, it found its way to the inside of my bag instead.
– Shammy 7/14/12 5:05am