Skipping stones III

somewhere along the way I’ve missed
that sidearm throw that makes stones skip   

skip like meteors off the atmosphere
that finally fall down scorching the ground  

like a hula hoop on little girl’s hips
and candied applies staining my lips

is it the years between us
that tightened my heartbeats  

making them short and quick
as I slowly climbed down  

from the tower where I’d been placed
or was it just my fall from grace   

before the years opened up my eyes
when blue was always in the sky  

somewhere forgotten and missed
is that sidearm throw that makes stones skip