You smile.
You laugh.
You care.
You, just--
You.

The stone is getting hot.
My chest can't hold it anymore.
I throw it at you.
Hit.

Just take it!
I can't take the unusually transforming, beating heart
Inside my chest.

But you don't even know what this is--
This mutilated, ugly stone--
"Is it a rock?
What do you want me to do with this?"
You smile.

It's supposed to be a gift,
But you can't even tell what it is.
You laugh.

All I feel is the void where it once was,
And the *******--thing--at your feet
Just whines, whimpers, hardens again,
Slowly.

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Cold. Memories. Pain.
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I walk.
I kneel at your feet.
I pick up that beloved--thing--
And place it in my cold,
Cold chest of memories.

"You're home now. You're safe."

I stand up.
I turn around.
I walk.