an empty shell

you give me many gift on the way home 
one of those is that shell
beautiful shell
then I starring to the shell for long..
remembering you
trying to explore my memories of you
still have no idea about who you really are..
but then I realize, you just gave me "an empty shell"
a shell without a content
an image without identity
a stories without an evidence
a hope without execution
scars without treatment

you only gave me an empty shell
 
uninhabited shells..

body with escaped soul
there's only an empty lung
while the heart have been in other places
I should have realized it

thanks for the gift, anyway..