The Shell

You came from the beach,
a majestic thing.
When you were given to me, I loved you at
first sight.
But now years have passed and
we have gotten old together.
I am now ten and you are now dusty
like a really old book.
You have broken shards off like a tree losing leaves.
One day you will live somewhere else
but that day has not yet come
so we will wait.
We can hang together again.