You Drift Me Away

The waves pulled you away
Washing away your brown stains
Your edges softened
Your insides hollowed

You washed up on the sand
White and grey
The rocky surrounds have trapped your way

A creature has dropped you
Be like sticks on which you lay
Days of children running away
You’re just a stick
That’s what they say

Now you lie on my shelf
Surround by shells
Your smooth washed edges
Your salt bleached skin
You let me drift away
Driftwood
That’s what they say