In the darkness of my room
after the moon is hiding behind mist.
I feel the weight of the granite stone
that sits forever by your head.

the weight is unbearable yet
I do not try to move it
it is now the closest thing
to your arms enfoldng me.

I have tried to move on
as I know I should.
I have even tried to dance
the familiar dance steps of love.

but when  the shadowed curtains
of nightfall return to my room
it's you honey.
only you.
As the weight of your granite
imprints  your fillegree name
over my heart.