"The Shell"

 

This small fragile shell, dropped by the sea, marks the end of foolish romance and the beginning of “just friends.”

Cradle it softly in your palm, catch each glistening particle of sand that now flows, ebbs, and descends.

Morning’s tide of gold light caresses castles built of sand,  

while silence enfolds two youths, hand-in-hand.

At water’s edge we lift a precious shell from its place—

as summer softly sighs, we passionately embrace.

Somewhere, between sun set and the changing of the tide,

the folly of our young love began to subside.

We rolled our Levi’s, but they still got wet,

as we ran into the surf, trying to forgive—to forget.

Forgiveness now arrives singing over the horizon

with promises of today and tomorrow.

So, I’m placing this shell among the cushioning clouds;

 it’s yours I’m remembering the love, not sorrow.

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams