Heart Shaped Stone
How plain it looks in morning sun
I hold it by the window's light, and palm it once again
It stirs my heart with tenderness, now fondly mixed with memories
A rock as smooth, as silk, as glass…, this heart shaped stone he gave to me
And with a kiss that could not last, one brief repast
One timeless loss
... of what could never be….,
I was late to bloom, a quiet girl, long dark hair, and I blushed with ease
He sat behind in science class, would poke some fun, and loved to tease
He'd pull my pony tail, and then beg for the answers to a test
He called me “Squirt”…….and to the rest...
he’d say, “Bug off!”…if some new jerk would dare to taunt or bother me
His eyes were dark, his skin was fair, his Lettered jacket had a flair
A flirt he was, but much too fast, especially for a girl like me
Considered cool….I was quite out-classed, but I must confess....my love was real
He lived far down our country road, his family owned a big ranch home
His Jeep sped daily by our house, much too fast,...much too fast...
Too much privilege, has a price. Oh...you know, .... the spoiled kind
My parents often said as much...
“Don’t look too hard!” “Don’t be inclined! He's much too fast...much too fast"...
Beneath the cool, his smooth talk play,
a gentle way he treated me,
He had a tender smile for me.....it was sincere...I knew it then
I know it now.....and all the while I believed in him
Although, he wore a false disguise...a macho side, for all the guys
One day when I was on my horse, not far from home,
he drove on by and then, of course
he stopped to talk, we laughed, he smiled
I tied my mare, he left his Jeep, we took a walk along the street
So cold, then rain,... came unprepared, he shared his coat,
and the leather scent would fill the air
Beneath our feet, he saw the rock, a muted-colored heart shaped stone
He gave me. then, a quiet look, and took my hand…
Into my fist, he put the stone, and on my lips….a gentle kiss
We never spoke of it again. Remember,... he was cool,.. back then….
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The days went by, and we would grow, and years would find us worlds apart
But then, such awful news to know......
He sped too fast, ………….around a bend
And there, the story ends
Sweet scent of leather, lasts forever
It reminds me now, of something sweet
Reminding me, of never, never...
some things aren't meant to be....
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011
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