Found some stones today…up on the shore.
I had been encouraged by the fact…they were yours.
Rushing to the place of no return…I tossed them.
Diligently, of course, to a spot by the ferns.
With a rush of cool water…fall,
I was brought back to a place…that day…when I felt so small.
What kind of a day had it been?
Was it warm?
Had it been cloudy?
Were my thoughts…deep or just plainly laid?
Could I even remember…the bed we made?
I suppose, what matters most, had been ‘the heart’…
Found, somewhat purposely, in a vacant parking lot.
Sterling silver and, well worn.
Someone else’s misplace…
A shoe without a horn.
All these years have passed, and you still hold it dear.
As if, it were special made.
something never to be feared.
You had gone that day…
to a place I can never go.
But I placed my heart in yours.
A trinket of my thoughts to know.
Found two stones by the shore today…
each heart shaped.
I ran home to put them in their place.
A place where we go…
that others are not allowed.
A place where I keep my heart’s eternal vow.