8/9/25 I Saw a Red Stone Today

Some days, the weight of life hides not in grand tragedies but in the small, trivial moments we ache to share with someone who is no longer listening. I saw a red stone today, and it broke me. Not for what it was, but for the silence it revealed.

I saw a red stone today,

by the road it seemed to stay.

A tiny thing, the world ignored,

yet in my heart it struck a chord.

A sparrow fought with a piece of bread,

fluttering wings, its hunger fed.

I wished to laugh and call your name,

but silence answered all the same.

The sky grew thin in ashen hue,

as if it painted grief anew.

I thought of words you might have said,

but kept them buried deep instead.

So I collect these fleeting signs,

stones and clouds and fragile lines.

A helpless weight I cannot share,

a hopeless grief beyond repair.