I write poetry because it calms me

You were the rock that skipped across my heart,
turning every ripple into art,
penetrating the surface of my mind
with a dance that was written for the blind.
For I had felt all that I couldn’t see
when the ripples began to cover me
before slowly converging into one
as each of your ripples became undone.
And now something inside of me has changed
as your ripples have left me rearranged,
creating a world that I can now view,
as my calm heart begins to skip for you.
Yet I can see no rocks that dance midflight
and there are no more ripples left in sight.
Because a rock could never choose to stay
for you either sink or you skip away.