The Stone

Each time we say goodbye

I can feel your weight

A stone, in deep

Water

Where light is

Precious, making the

Difference between

Floating, and

Sinking, un-

Clear

Weathered and worn

Your days are

Simple

Now, powerless, yet not without

Purpose

You say you were once great

Capable of physical feats

And yet your final feat

I will carry forever

A memento of descending tranquility

Apogee long past

All that's left is allegory

And I'm still searching for

Secrets

For one last story, but

Here you leave me, in

Still life

A bottom I cannot

See

A cold, no one can

Feel

And yet there you

Lay, your

Weight

In my hand

Gone