I Knew This Was Going To Hurt Someday.

It’s when I’m alone

The silence devours me

And I remember

Something so simple as I miss you

What we knew then, was nothing

What we know now

Even less

The world has become our oyster

But back then, we dug clams

With wooden spoons

And brittle nails

You found a pearl once

And we shared it

Just for a moment

Now, I have no pearls

And hardly a memory to tell me what it looked like

Shiny, I’ll bet

Something so small as the end of the world

What a thing to behold.

#prose #poetry #nostalgia