Reminded,
yet again,
at how easily the day can shift.
From fairly terrible to everything is all right.
With a stone.
And it is oh so random, and unexplainable.
And it is oh so random, and unexplainable.
But I want nothing more than to give this to the young one,
just barely a man,
who still is hiding behind hair, and clothes, and clouds of green smoke.
For I am fairly certain he has no idea, how loved he really is.
Instead I slip it into my pocket.
Too scared,
still,
to give up stones of love as easily as the ground.
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