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Heart of Stone
“I’d perish very quickly”, she said with a frown.
“If the one who took your place, wasn’t around.”
Although, I know, I’m not the other.
I though I still had a place,
--just in case.
“I feel like I’m home“ she said. But all I had to show,
Was a heart of stone.
“I’m hard to live with”, she exclaimed.
As she tried to convince herself that she’s to blame.
As if that mattered one bit--or made her unfit.
Or that I wouldn’t feel the same.
“If you love someone,
you would be willing to give up everything for them,”
--he exclaimed.
“But if they loved you back,
they’d never ask you to,”
--she proclaimed.
It passed from child, to you, and then to me.
Years of love and worry, have made it smooth and cold.
I thought I’d warm it up, and polish it,
--make it better to hold.
But it fits perfectly in my hand right now.
So your token has to suffice,
--somehow.
Once upon a dream, I knew I was home.
But I woke up confused, frightened--and alone.
And each day, I hold in my hand,
our heart of stone.
Right here, where it belongs.
~KSF
The Heart of Stone is real. It's not a metaphor. It was given to me be my ex-fiancee who I started talking with again this summer after 23 years. It was her worrystone throughout all her cancer treatments. This is its, and our, story.
“I’d perish very quickly”, she said with a frown.
“If the one who took your place, wasn’t around.”
Although, I know, I’m not the other.
I though I still had a place,
--just in case.
“I feel like I’m home“ she said. But all I had to show,
Was a heart of stone.
“I’m hard to live with”, she exclaimed.
As she tried to convince herself that she’s to blame.
As if that mattered one bit--or made her unfit.
Or that I wouldn’t feel the same.
“If you love someone,
you would be willing to give up everything for them,”
--he exclaimed.
“But if they loved you back,
they’d never ask you to,”
--she proclaimed.
It passed from child, to you, and then to me.
Years of love and worry, have made it smooth and cold.
I thought I’d warm it up, and polish it,
--make it better to hold.
But it fits perfectly in my hand right now.
So your token has to suffice,
--somehow.
Once upon a dream, I knew I was home.
But I woke up confused, frightened--and alone.
And each day, I hold in my hand,
our heart of stone.
Right here, where it belongs.
~KSF
The Heart of Stone is real. It's not a metaphor. It was given to me be my ex-fiancee who I started talking with again this summer after 23 years. It was her worrystone throughout all her cancer treatments. This is its, and our, story.
