It was a bad day
filled with overwhelming
and soul crushing pain and sorrow.
I ended up talking to you about it,
trying to get it out
through the tears.
You handed me
a small shiny stone and
couldn’t quite remember what kind it was.
And even now,
I can’t quite remember the
guesses you had.
Hematite springs to mind,
but who knows?
You sagely said that it
would take all the bad juju away
if I kept it with me.
I’ve held several magic
rocks before in my time,
but was never able to get them
to work right.
But I have to say,
I’ve kept this one with me ever since,
except for one panicked moment
where it happened to be in a different pocket
that belonged to different pants.
But I should let you know
that you saved me that day.
You and your magic rock.