Stone

The Stone

Stone.

I pick it up,

brush the dirt off it's surface,

and realize it is the shape of a heart.

My heart.

Cold, it penetrates my skin and causes me to shiver.

I am mesmerized by its flat, gray surface...

so smooth,

unlined,

not a crack or blemish,

and that surprises me.

I shrug, put it into my pocket,

and walk along.

I am aware of a heaviness weighing my pocket down,

causing it to droop.

Funny....

my heart did the same thing when I wore it.