She talked of crystals, and understood them. I took it in and heard the earth.

A mine I followed, impossible to crawl through. A geode that shatters with her youth.

I examined the glimmer, upon the surface. Each cold crystal had a blackened glow.

My love was there, for the taking. Now it's been given back to her.

But anger can fade if you cast it away. Dig a hole, bury it, and welcome back laughter.

A sparkling gem abandoned down in the depths. My love's been given back to her.