I was just
a hunk of metal,
cold and hard
and forged in
neglect.
I was just
waiting there,
a stander by,
rigid in my own life.
And here you came,
walking and talking
and laughing and living
and kicking
at the debris,
but I caught
your eye somehow,
must have been
a dusty glint,
a hint
of someone
I could be,
because
you picked
me up
and absently
you dropped me
in your pocket.
And when
you remembered me,
your dusty little treasure,
you held me
up
to the light
and wondered
at how
my edges and corners
reflected
the glorious Sun.
And how beautifully
I did fit
in your warm
and gentle hands,
and you turned me
over and over,
discovering beauty
in impossible places.
And as you turned me
over and over,
inspecting every
surface,
a curious thing
began to happen.
My edges
and corners
began to be less
sharp,
a little more
round,
and the dust
that I was
hidden under
began to fall away.
And as you saw
what was happening,
how I began to
glow,
you kept on
holding me
and turning me
and warming me
till I was
smooth
and soft.
You kept me with you
all the time,
a comfort
I became,
and in your presence,
constantly pressed
against your heart,
I began to change.
Malleable
and willing,
I became
the shape
of love.
Day after day
passed by,
and you held me
all the time,
and smiled at me,
and beamed at me,
and kept me
safe from harm,
and sooner
rather than later,
you couldnt
bear to let me go,
and so it seemed,
eventually,
that I was
melded with you,
an extension
of your heart.
But time passed on
and you became
weary
of my weight,
and one night
while the moon
was dull and thin,
you held me
one last time
and pressed
your lips
against my
protests,
then hurtled me
into the sky.
I flew awhile,
fast and far,
a shadow
in the dark.
I descended
into blackness,
and
hit the earth,
a meteor
made of fear,
I shattered there,
and scattered there
into
a thousand
pieces,
each and every one,
sharp and
hard
and
cold.