The Shell

As I walked along the beach
Thinking how much it hurts to let go of you
I spotted a seashell lying on the sand
The only one for miles around

I stopped and picked it up thinking
How much it reminds me of me-
An empty shell void of life
I put it to my ear and listened-

All the memories and sounds of you
Came crashing through
I heard the roar of the ocean
Like the roar of my heart

Calling to someone but no one was there
Just me and the ocean
I put the shell back down and
Continued on down the beach

Looking back in time to watch the waves
Wash over the shell, taking it out to sea
Along with all my memories of you & me.

It is nice sentiment (with a bit too much self-pity), piano towel. However, it is not a poem; it is prose with arbitrary line breaks. You might as well write it this way:


As I walked along the beach thinking how much it hurts to let go of you, I spotted a seashell lying on the sand, the only one for miles around. I stopped and picked it up thinking how much it reminds me of me—an empty shell void of life.

I put it to my ear and listened. All the memories and sounds of you came crashing through. I heard the roar of the ocean, like the roar of my heart, calling to someone, but no one was there, just me and the ocean.

I put the shell back down and continued on down the beach, looking back in time to watch the waves wash over the shell, taking it out to sea, along with all my memories of you and me.