[maine is for lovers] ix

once,
a boulder i was,
steadfast and planted
with our love
streaking across my surface
in the most vibrant
earth elementals known to man

you would visit often,
sometimes for days,
and we would watch the soft lullaby
of the waves
hush the rest of the world to sleep

now,
i have eroded to a stone
you keep in your pocket
as a keepsake
and take out from time to time

soon,
i fear,
you will have no time left
for child’s play
or romancing in the sand
that i will become