Shadows of Stone

Place your hand, there, over my heart and feel the life beating inside, fall into the hollowness that echoes throughout our yesterdays, the same hand that bore a golden promise sealed by all assembled, the soft palm to cradle our firstborn at your breast. Can you reach into my chest and find warmth there, a rushing tide of saline and iron? Rest a while, before you go, and breathe with me, tell me a lie about loving me, and leave me, spent and holding on to shadows of stone.

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