Day 13 – A Sackful of Rocks

Every time I remembered your face,
I picked up a rock.

I have been waiting for the longest time,
carrying a sackful of rocks,
in hopes that someday I’ll find you
up against a wall
and I’ll find use for them at last.

But the bag was getting so heavy
since I remembered you a lot
and finally I knew that it was so silly
to carry anything for you.

Now every time I remember your face
I drop a seed in someone else’s yard;
I never go back to water them but
they grow tall just the same.

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