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.