We collected our shells from the shoreline,
listening deeply to hear the whispers of
                                                 Sorrows.

But all that was heard was a fabrication  
of what needed to be heard,
                                       No reparation.

There is a breeze on the shore, it carries
our cares away. We moved on again as
there are always more shells to listen upon.

Our feet collected on pebbles,
throwing one it skipped for a moment
sinking like the apology never said.