Almost let it go,
that rock
I hold so close.

Almost dropped it into the fire
and let it fall;
drag me down.

Almost gave it a chance to melt
and weaken.

But no, it's still solid,
cold and rough as before.
There are cracks, but they'll wear;
fade into nothing.
It'll be unbroken again, one again.
You can't share a stone;
it has to break, and be half
of itself.