The stone lustered pink,
but in the lake, where I found it,
it destined to sink.
Only for a moment,
I held it in my hand.
And now, where it rests,
it holds my passions,
fears,
desires,
and plans.
It's like my heart sank to the bottom of the lake.
Really,
my lost object of affection
resides just off the beach.
But practically,
it lies
just out of my reach.
An ocean may as well separate us.
I won't ever find it.
And it won't try to find me.
I knew this piece of rose quartz
for such a short time.
I don't know where it came from.
I don't know who first had it,
and I don't know why
an unknown soul
left it for me to find.
I remember how it glistened
such a pure, perfect pink.
It had no inclusions, blemishes,
or defects I could seek.
That precious stone,
that I never got to know,
I'll never see again.
