Sarah Scott Journalist

Written in response to the theme ‘stone’.

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On the other side of the embankment

rests a stone that was ours to throw.

We waltzed below the stars and moonlight

never wanting to let go.

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‘Happiness is just a stone’s throw away’

and it seemed we threw ours

over the little river

where it landed among the stars.

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The air grew colder

as you let out a condensed sigh,

throwing back your arm

and letting that little stone fly.

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Exposed and alone it soared

and grew wings,

ripping through the air, playing a beautiful song

then landing, it sings

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to me a song once heard

and only understood by us two

I stared deep into your eyes and soul

and for the first time, I saw you.

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With no bridge to cross

or stepping stone,

we choose happiness over fear

but like everyone we are prone

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to forget adulthood with the hidden undertone;

the fear of losing love, out of proportion it is blown.

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The thought of you becoming a star

did not occur to you or I

but as I held your hand tighter than ever

a plaintive comma slipped from my eye.

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It landed on your cheek

and trickled down into your skin

making me think of that little stone

and a future that could have been

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extraordinary.

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But now you’re like the little stone

somewhere lost underneath the soil,

living only in my memories

which as some point will rot and spoil.

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My lover when I cry at night

I’m calmed by your eternal enchantment.

All because you threw the stone

that landed on the embankment.