2011 - Day 293

The sound of waves echos in my ear,
I hold the shell close, reminding me of you,
Always hoping that you might again appear.
The way your head would rest gently on my chest,
The secrets that you never confessed,
The way your face glowed beneath the moon,
Your subtleties,
Oh if I could only see you soon,
Your smile, that melts away the snow
You give the trees in spring
Reason to blossom and grow,
The day you found this very shell,
A memory, one I'll always know
I'll hold it close forever,
Can never let it go.