Heart Shaped Stone
Heart Shaped Stone
How plain it looks in the morning sun, as I hold it to the window light
And palm it fondly once again
It stirs my heart with tenderness, emotions blend with winter's sky
A rock as smooth, as silk, as glass…, this heart shaped stone he gave to me
Along with a kiss that could not last, that brief repast
of what would pass
... of what could never be….,
I was late to bloom, a quiet girl, long dark hair, and I blushed with ease
He sat behind me in science class, poked fun, and loved to tease
He would flip my pony tail to and fro, and beg for the answers to a test
Or call me “squirt”…….and to the rest...
he’d say, “Bug off!”…if someone rude would dare to taunt me
His eyes were dark, and skin was fair, his Lettered jacket had much appeal
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, .... he was the spoiled kind
My parents often said as much...
“Don’t look too hard!” “Don’t be inclined!” much too fast...much too fast...
Beneath the cool, his smooth talk play,
was 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 through piles of hay
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 tender kiss
We never spoke of it again….He was cool, …. you must remember
that morning cold, in late November...
I heard the news a few years later…it broke my heart, and brought the rain
He sped too fast, ………….again,……again …..
The past brings pain .........again, ....again....
Sweet scent of leather, can last forever
Reminding me now, of yesterday
Reminding me now, of never, never...
of the things that can never be....
For contest sponsored by Giorgio Veneto