I have no idea what you see in me.

I feel as common as the average pebble.

Tredded upon or left to sit for eons.

Overlooked in interest of more precious items.

Not worth much even as a trinket to admire.

But I was never that for you.

***

You saw me.

Approached with conviction.

Lifted me out of the mud and silt I so easily got lost in.

Tended to me in a way that recognized my softness.

I was not returned to the cold dark of the ground.

You carried me like a precious item worth a fortune.

***

I still do not understand what you see in me,

But to you I am pure gold.

Not a common pebble or trinket.

Value that myself never noticed.

I am so glad that you placed me in that silky shirt pocket.

Forever close to the heat of your beating heart.