Buried beneath the sand, the broken shells lay; the water washes the pain away.
Like the shells, there her broken heart lay, swept away by the tides of yesterday.
She scours the beach, looking for something lost before; where she left it, she is not sure.
She gazes out at the vast water, watching the sun setting along the shore.
The waters of the sea become a part of her, as the salted drops begin to pour and fall down like rain amongst her anguished face.
Dropping to her knees in a confused daze, she buries her hands deep in the sand, letting it run through her fingers.
Her eyes are focused on the crashing tides as her pain lingers.
She would give anything to find what she has been looking for, but she begins to think the prospect of happiness is just a lure--one that leads to nowhere and brings only despair. 
Yet, as she is thinking this, she feels something in the sand.
Looking down, she notices what she's holding in her hand.
It is the pieces of a broken shell:
Not one piece missing.
And just waiting to be put together again...