~

*I watched her
skipping stones,
creating ripples
gently caressing
the distant shoreline
of my heart
~
As they washed
over me in
glistening
poetic motions,
I felt something
touch me deeply
~
It was love
in tiny waves,
circular patterns
reaching out then
melting away upon
the warm sand
~
And in that
moment I knew
that even though
the ripples may
disappear in my heart,
she never would