Worry Rock

She tells him
it's magic.
Wait and see.
When you hold it in your hand
you will feel it.
You will think about its journey
on its way to you,
and the heart it healed
before.
You will think about the storms it calmed,
and the peace it rendered.
She promises him that
he will feel it
when he squeezes it in his palm
or rubs its smooth surface between
his fingers.
He will develop his own connection.

He says
I've never put the rock to a light before,
but
It's beautiful that way.
It helps tremendously because it's yours.
She thinks it's nice of him
to love
having a piece of her
with him.

She considers the power one small rock can have
if you hold it to the light and to
your heart
and believe in it strongly enough.
She doesn't believe in anything as strongly
as her worry rock.

Except for maybe their friendship.