So I hold it in my hand,
This simple rock you gave, bland.
With a single goodbye,
and a kiss, I confide,
My once found utterly lost.
The lattice pattern, a speckled splatter
Matched my wrinkled palms so precise,
The start and stop lost its mark
And I my veins ran cold with granite.
I should have known,
My eyes were marbles,
Breath as tough as gravel.
You were the flower,
petals as smooth, too grown.
With this rock, the love-swept token,
I only know it's tough, to be broken.