sunny september day
the four of us at the lake
four girls in swimsuits and sun-soaked smiles
four almost-adults not yet ready to leave childhood and each other behind.
we sat in the water
as the day cooled around us
tossing rocks into the stillness and secrets into the silence.
she picked up a stone and handed it to me,
told me “don’t throw that one.”
i tucked it into my pocket.
when we ran back to our picnic table
i put the rock in my backpack.
we were getting chilly
it was getting late.
just one more perfect moment, please?
we stood in the parking lot and hugged
that when we let go i thought i would
nothing could ever be this good again.
on the way home i looked for the pebble in my backpack but
it was gone.
i guess that’s what happens when you
put your heart out in the open.
you lose track of it.