Stone

Maybe you never were broken

Maybe you never were flowing water

No, you were unrelenting like a rock who had been in place for hundreds of years and would continue for many more

You were withered faced by the winds and water erodes your feet, broken into tiny pieces you could never recover

Pieces of you are everywhere, in my hair, my faded collection of dreams, the cherry lips next to mine

Your soul was as heavy as the dirt, on the ground and would never rise to the sky

You are silver, you are grey

That's the only way I could even try to describe your decay

You are Icarus, you are Patroclus

You were never a fire, you were never the water, you were stone

Your soul was never a flame, your words never tsunami of hatred

You never knew how to love, you threw the kindness, the consideration into the winds

You bury my words of love beside you, in the forsaken ground you lie on

You leave it behind until all that is left is you, all that is left is stone