Sea Salt

I have this shell up to my ear

and I can hear the ocean roar

but the magic of sea salt,

whether swimming around my ankles

or in deep dark chocolate,

is not here. 

I'm holding this shell up to my ear

and I hear your voice 

making a promise to return my call

but the magic of confidence,

whether rippling around my shortcomings

or through my misgivings

is not here. 

You

are not here.