He was a rock
But not one which weighs you down
Not one that hurts when thrown
Rather,
He was my rock
A cornerstone of my heart
The carved marker showing my true north
He was a rock
Solid, strong, timeless in his ability to always be and let be
A lodestone attracting me to him
His magnetic force binding us in an unbreakable attraction
He was a rock
And I was paper, water, fire trying to mould me to him
Where he was stead I was wisp
Where he was solid I was flow
And around each other we curled...