Rememberance of a Part Lost



I have a small, soft edged stone
in my little pocket.
It’s been there for sometime,
this feminine stone so gentle.
I sit and hold it in my right palm.
Perhaps the masculine in me
shall feel its soft voice,
this perfectly gentle rose quartz.
And I remember ….
I see you in my mind
as a tear falls from my watery eye.
Landing on my hand like a gift,
I see I am so blessed to have known you.