pebble

it will all change

eventually.

piece by piece,

collapsing outward,

disintegrating

and fracturing

until there's nothing left.

except the aged memory

and a pebble.

tender, and tiny

resurfacing

when you least

expect it.

little pieces,

moving forward,

with no reason

or direction.

simple pebbles,

sailing

until they're lost

in the tides.

but in the end,

they're just pebbles,

riding the waves,

waiting to be rediscovered,

and brought to the surface

before they're lost

in the salt and sea

until the end of time.