The Simple Lovely

A snail shell she gave hima snail shell
Selected from the ground
Held in her palm a moment
Barely adding beauty there

In his hand he held it
Feeling ridges and bumps
Once a good life
The simple lovely of it

This empty casket
Wrapped around itself
Holding no life
Not even a cold soul

Then there was this
The circle unto itself
Staring, but not looking
Daydreaming of fog

Remembering her eyes
Hoping for acceptance
Of this small gift
Small touch of beauty

Holding it to his ear
Hoping to hear her voice
A last trace of her
Saying, isn’t it pretty

There was just a memory
Lingering behind inside
And he held them both
Trying not to let her go

The Simple Lovely

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