A Precious Stone

I found a precious stone
That was quite outside of time
It will never leave my pocket

It may as well be one of my bones
Within its opaque crystal shines
A moment like those found in lockets

A friendship that could have only grown
Reminiscing fondly as we dine
Laughing about our similar dockets

At another angle, a sparkle shone
Quiet, disarming – silken, it is so fine
My lover and me, sitting alone
In our far too small, cluttered home
Watching TV, her hand touches my own
It’s not much, but I am aware, and she knows
Her fingers wrap around my thumb – as if it’s a precious stone

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