The Darkest Stone
By Stacy Alexander
The Darkest Stone
By Stacy Alexander
On the edge of celebration,
I placed my hand into the ether,
the space between us hollow,
waiting to carry a small kindness.
Knowing better,
I sent it anyway—
a message wrapped
in the silk of memory:
You are missed.
The words hung there,
weightless as snow,
melting before they could land.
I imagined him receiving them,
folding t…

