A Stone

You may love a stone for its pattern
Pyrophyllite, doesn't matter
You didn't know I could be so hollow
Slight and flighty like a swallow

And when I change shape it's just
The dripping of the water
And your still couch hands
Are how I know getting older

While you loved every stone in sight
I obsessed over the light

At seventeen did
You have that moment
When you knew
Everything you wanted?
Because I've been watching and at thirty four
You stumble in through every door

Do you miss the fireworks
Choosing gloves over pyrotechnics?
Warm and wrapped
Your emerald fingers
Forgetting all their calisthenics

And when I change shape it's just
The dripping of the water
And your still couch hands
Are how I know getting older

While you loved every stone in sight
I obsessed over the light

At seventeen did
You have that moment
When you knew
Everything you wanted?
Because I've been watching and at thirty four
You stumble in through every door



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