Space Rock

How far has this piece of earth gone? Why does it have so many punctures and scars? One side smooth. The other torn. I can hold you in my hands, see the history written on your face. The spots on your back. Let me hold you, keep you warm. Maybe I can't see everything you were or are but from what I know and hold I won't let go. You are my space rock, flying through time and space. You and I were hurling towards one another and you stopped and picked me up. And there I was, sitting in your hand. You saw the history on my face and the spots on my back. You held me, you kept me warm. You still hold me and keep me warm. I will carry you with me.