The Solitary Rock................

It was a moment of aloneness,

not fear or despair,

but a gentle movement inside felt,
...despite days bygone,
they remain deep inside,
known but unfathomable,
all it needs to come alive,

is the slant of the twilight sun's rays,

the gentle waft of breeze,

the maroon color of the fabric,

a hesitant twitch of the lips,

or a shy chuckle,

the distant hum of traffic,

reminding of those beautiful days,

ephemeral yet alive - as time flies,
things change inside and outside; but the impressions left,

live like the marks left
by the oceans eroding the rocks, discovered aeons later,
unknown to the water, stands the rock but not oblivious -

a solitary form, bearing it, living with it,
yet missing it
and weathering all the storms that sweep over it,
eventually to be brought downby some force of nature,
but die as it will; does so with all those marks on it – the indelible marks of love, friendship, coming together and parting....

stands the rock in all fortitude....

but yearning deep in..