Stones

A moment in my hands
years tumbled by the sands

They mean nothing to me
They’re rocks
Randomly shaped into hearts
Each one with a story
A memory
An Emotion

But they’re not mine
Not my stories
Not my memories
Not my emotions

no intense animosity
Will allow me to toss away
Someone else’s memories
Someone’s emotions
Someone else’s stories

They belong in a dish
where she keeps her ocean treasures
Not in my hands
Where they mean nothing.