A grain of sand,
you washed into my empty shell.
And cautiously I covered you
to hide you from each vulnerable truth
brought in with every tide and surge
threatening to wash you away
forever gone in an endless sea
I covered you until you were surrounded, suffocated,
and you couldn’t see me anymore
hear me, feel me, know me anymore.
My shell felt as empty as before
yet you were always there, hiding, waiting,
filling the place where others couldn’t reach
growing more beautiful with every moment
more precious with every hour
every day and each passing year
until that tiny grain of sand was just a
faded picture of the past
a past that fades but doesn’t disappear
a past littered with pain,
and unregrettable love,
A price I’d gladly pay again
a past I would not forfeit
for the gift of you-.