I had almost forgotten that I kept a shell -
To remind me
What sunsets felt like.

I kept it tucked away
And upon discovering it again,
I considered it.

With its ridges and its serrated edges
It cut through my consciousness
And chastised me

For taking it so far from its Belonging.

At the end of the day,
I sometimes feel as an empty shell
Hollowed, dried, and mislaid.