found object

by alafoel

agate

Memories are funny.
They sit there, dormant.
Waiting.
Waiting for the moment to snap back
and ruin you.
They hide themselves
in little things around you.
The agate was small,
I had it on that shelf for
for months.
It blended right in,
til one day I held it again.
And I remembered everything
right
back
to
the
beginning.
That agate.
Every
single
thing.
Every day I saw it and thought
thought nothing.
Why now?
Why this agate?
Nothing else your hooves touched…
Why you?
Why me?
that agate…
waiting for the moment to snap back