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Sitting on a lonesome beach with the setting sun

seen at a distance, I become fearful opening my

breakable heart.

For there was once in a time I was given a locket

shaped into the crescent of the moon.

Someone who cared for me deeply gave it as a precious gift.

Now as I cradle it between my palms I know this person

can never return anymore.

It hurts, to open this fragile heart once more.

A slow entrancing melody plays as I open the now rusted thing.

These tears of mine run across my cheeks

but never to fall onto the sand.

Bittersweet memories play before my eyes

of forgotten memories stored on a grainy surface of the moon.

Listening, the heart clutches knowing sweet pain.

Waves lightly travel ashore to a rythmic beat.

These happy, ruddy memories, although nostalgic, I will treasure them...forever.