The Shell
He found a sea shell
Metallic and shiny
From the beautiful bedroom
Where his time has collected
I put it in my truck
Along with my other treasures
That stay with me always
That shell was the essence of love
Because I wanted it to be
He was mad at me
I was driving him home
He was angry and
Having yet another temper
Tantrum
Already he said he’d
Jump out the truck
And already
He had smoked all his weed
Told me I smoked too many cigarettes
Cried too much (I was weak, he said)
Already he did all that
So of course he’d take the shell
The shell he gave me
Of course he’d roll down the window
Throw the shell into the air
Of course I’d cry and have a smoke
Of course he’d win in his mind
I should have known by then
I did know by then, but still
God damn shell
And now out of my truck
Have flown all these things
He called his
Forever taken by the wind
I turned around and tried to
Find the shell
I drove slow
But there was no shoulder
To pull over
And that’s what it came to
No fragments
No where to stop
Nothing beautiful to remember
To recollect
It was lost to a world
That was never ours
To begin with.