When I saw it, time seemed to slow.
A dusty marble, resting at the bottom of a dusty glass jar,

To all those passing, it was nothing;

To me, it was everything.

Infinitely beautiful, like it held the universe within it,
It was the colour of your eyes.

Blue, flecked with green, like the ocean was hidden inside you,

Like the sky was contained within your head, and it spilled out onto the page you were writing on.

I buy it, without second thought, then hurry to you. You'll love it, I know you will.

I'll add it to the collection, of objects I've seen that looked the same as your eyes.

I see you, and place the marble on the undisturbed dirt.
Next to a flower and a scrap of fabric.

I leave quietly, the way I came in.
To find the next odd thing,

that reminds me painfully of you.
To carry on, the way I've been doing since the day you died.