And yet you walk
on these old shells
where the water left me
when the ocean swelled

Your feet I yet
long to let
tread on this heart
and without regret

For they are yours
as I long to be
though they've traveled far
I can see

Press down like grapes
this shell of mine
and drink the last
of this wine

Ever I left
my heart in your hands
and the rest abides
in broken sands