Pincers.

I’m here.
Purse my lips and cross my heart
And coax you from your shell.
Don’t disappear.
You lost your smile, you shred a glance
Let’s get you in the warm.
Another year.
Resolutions, revolutions necessary.
Maybe this will solve itself.
I’m still here.
Not an oracle, but a man who’ll stand still
And watch the waves vacillate and salivate
And wash you in your shell.