Made of Stone

I once was loved, a princess in your eyes,

You praised the dreams I held, the paths I'd take.

That pink dress gift, a strangely sweet surprise,

A token of the joy you used to make.

We sang together, puzzles filled our days,

New toys and truck rides, laughter in the air.

Your presence lit my world in countless ways,

Each moment proof of how you used to care.

But time grew cold, your visits ceased to be,

Replaced by calls that echoed through the ache.

A stranger now, you barely know it’s me,

Our portraits gone, like memories we forsake.

You’ve lost my name, my face, the bond we had.

Yet I’m already stone. You can’t make me sad.