Gaze directed outward as the stone was thrown within It traveled swiftly, tracing paths not unfamiliar, not quite forgotten But left here moments, days, a lifetime behind, not frequented, Now I see, as often as they should have been As the cracks are filling in
A cobble, a pebble On its own without much strength Or gravity, especially When viewed from the outside But we forget the inner walls Are gilded in a brittle glass Broken in the past Never meant to last A bitter husk of ash Left standing, standing Four walls Converging The spores were sown And trampled under foot But what of their resilience, Of what they left behind? We still wander through the shadows Creeping from the cracks We still whisper through the echoes Listen to the echoes