Pebble.

Pebble, I wish I'd found you first
Picked you up and turned
You over in my palm.

Rubbed my thumb
Slowly over the hollow dents
In your stone cold greyness
Your salt sad softness.

Rolled your heat softly
Over the scar on my wrist
Pressed you to my lips
And slipped you in my pocket.

Pebble, I wish I'd found you first
But you eluded me
Choosing the waves
That snatched you away
And drowned you in the sea.