A Different Relationship

March 9, 2010
"I'm starting over"-
I whispered to the quiet stone,
water running down my face.
Mockingly it grabbed at my tears,
storing them, remembering them.
I locked the gate, leaving the stone behind.
I hated its existance but
I needed its company.
Now I return, matches in hand,
to set fire to what I once called
But, of course, you can't burn stone.
You can only heat it.

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