Rocky shore,
Below my feet,
You slowly drift from me.

I threw you in the salty brine,
In hopes that I would see--
The sun reflect your prismed patterns,

I thought--you were made for me.

I looked for miles, 
In desperate panic, 
For miles and miles I looked.

A streak of copper,
I took another,
And placed it in my hand. 

Into my pocket,
My cherished locket, 
I'll keep it safe, I swear.

A trinket,
A token, 
Oh heart-
Not broken.

But a little belongs to the sea.