Shell
By Sacha G
Published 1 May 2017
It lies next to me when I sleep,
I hear him,
6 meters deep.
The shell reminds me of him,
his presence.
His life runs thin.
He gave it to me as a gift.
Now only the shell remains,
his spirit will lift.
The shell sits by my bed,
I hold it.
He's hanging by a thread.