Our memories are like shells
that form
constellations
in the
cold
cold
sand
The friction of such can cause
the same sound
of your
forgotten
giggle
Our oceans,
aligned with pink skies,
clouded our minds
as we
isolate
reality
You are one of the most
precious ornament
I've ever collected
within my
island
Only if high waters doesn't shove little things
Only if sails are stable in every swift
Only if mermaids are forever singing
Only if we learned how to keep