Sand Castles and Empty Shells

Days after and I’m still finding grains of sand,

Each little piece is a memo of that time.

They remind me of what has been,

of a day that was yours and mine.

I sit and reminisce;

feel the sand beneath my feet,

the sounds of a rolling tide,

smiles on every face we’d greet.

I built sand castles.

You knocked them down.

You were never as so happy

as when you were playing the clever clown.

But your biggest joke of all,

was to knock down my biggest one,

the one built from dreams,

hopes for what would come.

On the counter there’s a shell

that you picked up off the shore.

You said I’d hear the ocean if I put it to my ear,

but the sound’s not there anymore.

Instead the shell is empty,

just like my heart and home.

Yes, you left me with an empty shell,

and so distraught, I sit alone.