That Stone

I wrote another poem, I did. A bit different.

Inspired by a poem from my amazing writer friend Ben. But not at all about him.

I saw you there
In that stone

At first, I ignored it

I passed it by on my way
Not giving it another thought

It was there
Creeping over my neck
That sensation to look back
Just to check

I stopped

And looked ahead
Not wanting to look back
Yet unable to move forward
Thinking but not recognising
This moment
Would change it all

Then I could see

All too late

That smooth stone

Which I’d passed easily
Was jagged
Treacherous in its benignity

If I’d stepped

If I’d slipped
If I’d looked closer

I would have known

I would have seen

You were there
In that stone