Seashell Sadness

You sent me a seashell
wrapped in bubbles
with a note saying

“When you miss me
hold it close
to play one of
the love notes
I wrote you
buried in white sand
where I sat each day
by the ocean
calling out your name”

I left the seashell
on my bookshelf
next to the books
you sent me
two summers ago

I am becoming
a hobby collector
who accumulates
broken promises
and empty dreams

I diligently dust
any remnant of hope
off the shelf
like a devoted nun
at her daily supplication
while your consistent contacts
constructed an abbey
holding my heart
in hostage

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊 View all posts by Cassa Bassa

7 thoughts on “Seashell Sadness”

Beautiful and sad, but most of all, wonderfully written. I keep stones and shells as memories, so this really resonated with me.

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Cassa Bassa says:

Apr 19, 2021 at 8:08 am

I love picking shells when I walk at the beach. There is something about shell collecting,. it’s like collecting memories.

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1. Chris Hall says:
  
  Apr 19, 2021 at 4:43 pm
  
  Absolutely!
  
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