after she died I found a smooth
stone
in her back yard. I picked it up
and held it to the sky.
a small stone. grey, without color.
I kept it.
i put it in my pocket so that i'd
remember her anywhere I went,
no matter who I was with.
I used to put my hand in my pocket
and hold the cold rock
in my hand, feel the smoothness
with my fingers. i'd roll it over
and over. a touchstone
that reminded me of her love.
our relationship. I held
onto it for a few years, then
stopped. I put it back in her yard,
which was now my yard having
bought her house.
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