There is a beach
Where everything you have lost
Washes up onto the sandy shore
Mounds of pencils
Left behind as you departed hurriedly
From past classrooms
A jumble of door keys
That had dropped heedlessly from your pocket
On a rowdy subway train
Rustic sunglasses, your favorite pair
Left on the side table with your emptied glass
After a casual swim
At some vibrant hotel
The distant horizon
Spans to infinity
Shimmering with things once possessed
Now lost.  Unspoken words
Lost in mid-sentence
Or bottled deep within some obscure corner of your mind
Never shared.  Never delivered
In times needing of consolation
Absent memories, too
Once treasured, cherished even 
But no more
Countless missed opportunities
Lost to the crime of indifference
In a hectic world
And, alas, shattered friendships, lost
To petty misunderstandings and sour pranks
Even shards of your own self, departed subtly
That innocence.  That sense of humor and
That hearty smile.  All lost 
One day, you’ll have the privilege
Of walking along this very beach
And you will take a seat
Upon the chalky, sunbaked sand
Pondering.  Even marveling
At how you had trudged on and on and on
And never bothered
Looking back