A Pebble, Smooth
and Worn
I watched you cross that bridge
without me.
Holding your hand,
whispering love
and love
and memories
(all of them good)
to carry along
like a pebble,
smooth and worn,
in a pocket.
All my love
all my heart
all my soul
longed to guide you
longed to smooth your way
longed to tell you
I’d be by your side
forever.
But I guess we always knew
you’d go alone.
You took the last step
without me.
My brother,
my friend,
my heart .
