Conversations with a Stone
We walked together.
You gave me your apple and sald,
“For the tooth fairy.”
I learned to fly.
You told me you loved me and
“I’1l see you in Texas.”
Past tempered – shattered,
Someone new. I cried,
“One step forward, two steps back.”
One knock and then another,
Stoned, between there and Nitro.
“Give me a call when you get this.”
You invited me with you, like Virgil,
To the land of confrontation.
“Good luck. I’Il see you when we get back.”
I brought the portrait
Of all of us from before.
“Can I have a hug?”
You shook, and I –
I was paralyzed.
“It’ll get better.”
I couldn’t feel the rain.
You couldn’t either.
And neither of us could speak.
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You nailed the tone in this….sad.
The broken and almost dream-like quality of this is jarring…and as Linda said, perfect for this piece.
Felt this 😞
Oh what a heavy poem. But so intriguing, authentic, and composed with a true human back-and-forth.
Felt this one, like others are saying.