It's not the most surprising poem. I mean, the image of stone (rigid, unfeeling, immobile, tough) is, honestly, cliche. But I like how you also get a story of 'us' as she talks about stone and how she can perhaps get past the breakup (or whatever unhappiness 'us' is going through).
She starts by seeing stone everywhere - in the landscape, in the relationship, but then sees the many ways around it - how the stones of her relationship can be useful as a stepping stone or as a block of stone to carve - as the raw material of creativity (like what was needed to write this poem).
Favorite line: "Stony face, stony heart"
