Of love and pebbles

Waves crashing on sand
and pebbles, big and small
of many different colors, but mainly grey
it's ok, pebbles don't need any colors to be interesting
to be unique
lovely.
There are many reasons why I love pebbles
a handful of them
better than a handful of butterflies
they can't be hurt
also, they can't be expected to give out any warmth
to be kind
to kiss you back
pebbles are the reflection of what remains
when all transient and finicky is gone
capricious waves play amongst the pebbles
then join back to the sea
only droplets left behind
until sun makes them disappear
pebbles, they stay.

indifference is the opposite of love
so we all appear indifferent
to the world around, to each other
hiding not just our wounds and tears
but our joy and excitement as well
all fading to grey
all because we know
one never heals from love that once was
when it is taken away...

I hold this one pebble in my hands
then throw it to the sea
letting it skip a few times over the water
when it finally finds a resting place
and sinks beneath the surface
I make a wish to the god of small favors
and small pebbles
that this should be the last time I let myself write
so many words about someone
who's not even worth his weight
in pebbles...