Seashells gathered on the shore
one looks as if it would fit into the other
like the two who gazed at each other across the room,
only to find disappointment when alone in a dark.
one never knows until we are side by side
angling for a way in, to escape the lonliness.
the sand waits and the roar of the surf calls
the shells back to the sea.
he tosses them carelessly into the water,
turning his eyes towards another one
and another, there are an infinity,
he only needs one.