My
favorite thing used to be singing
While
I collected shells by the shore.
The
waves stirred the melodious strings of my heart,
And
made me dream that its depths held More.
One
day rose out of the water
A
young boy, a dreamer like I.
We
shared our thoughts while he helped me find shells;
He
left me there with a smile and a sigh.
From
then on we met there more often;
We
spent many blissful hours in the sand.
I
was unsure if he heard the sea’s whispers, like me,
That
is, until he first held my hand.
Before
we knew it we’d fell into something
That
we were scared to give a real name.
It
was wonderful and terrifying at the same time,
But
it was beautiful all the same.
Storms,
winds, nor treacherous tides
Succeeded to pull us apart,
But
something more dangerous was sent barreling our way:
A
ripple within our hearts.
We
dismissed the disturbance for days,
Though
it left us pale with unease,
But
as ripples do, it grew into a wave
That
left us helpless and begging on knees.
There
was no way to stop this tsunami
That
left us frozen, paralyzed in fright,
So
I watched with dismay as it washed him away
Into
the horrors and dark of the night.
Now
the sea no longer calls out to me,
Its
whispers I’ve ceased to hear;
They
all went away that dreadful day
Our
love was snatched away by Fear.
Since
then I’ve tried hard to forget him;
He
was only the first to hold my hand.
“There’s
other fish in the sea,” they keep telling me,
But
I’m stuck waiting for him in the sand.
For
now I’ll collect some more shells
While
I walk, lonely, across the shore.
Things
are pretty much the same as they were before him,
But
I find it hard to sing anymore.
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