Stones, Common in Kind

I sat and tried to fathom you,

I sat and spoke my mind.

I spoke of petty things to you,

I spoke of things unkind.

You talked of conversations

Of the words of days gone by.

I told some secrets of my own,

I spoke of passing by.

Hours passed and there we were,

Spinning the words of soul.

Spinning and telling things inferred,

Things, some new, some old.

We walked down roads long left untrod,

Places we had been.

Lived memories we thought were gone,

Lost and found again.

I found a tinge of pain I keep buried deep inside,

Followed feelings home again

Remembered friends of mine.

I spoke of the regrets I had,

You spoke of those you bear.

I asked just how we all could tell

Just where to go from here.

I do not think we ever found

The answers that we need.

Perhaps these conversations are simply manna

On which the soul does feed.

The sands flew through the hourglass,

The failing light long gone.

The time was forced to end,

With words still left undone.

Fleeting taillights shining

 as you drove away.

Bittersweet,  but glad you had been

part of this long day.

And as I slowly sauntered back

to a cold and lonely place.

I wondered if you looked back now

And you too felt the same

I sat and tried to fathom you,

You sat and spoke your mind.

It seems the stones that make us two

Are stones common in kind.