Stone Letter

I found a rock that felt like you

Smooth, yet with small ridges every so often

Like the dimples on your back

Pointed, like an arrow aimed toward tomorrow

For a new adventure to start

Small, able to fit in my hand

Making me wish for more to grab fistfuls of

Eroded, but not withered, just worn from years of drowning

Remaining powerful after the world tried to wash it away

Strong and ever present, on my nightstand

Sturdy and steadfast, the first thing I see when I wake up

I found a rock that felt like you