Cold sand,
sprinkled with memories,
a wave crashes over it
Dark blue and close to gray
White sea foam bubbling,
I’ve never seen any green in my ocean
Dip my hand in the water
and fish around
Pull out the first seashell,
Indigo blue that flecks into a red,
Raised, rigid stripes,
Run my fingers over it
I toss it back,
Unsatisfied
Another wave pulls the shell back,
into the deep
An ache in my chest,
I miss it
And it wasn’t even
what I wanted
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