I shut the door then turned around
It was then I heard the distinctive sound
of spilling beads scattering on the ground
I dropped to the floor. I hoped I’d found
all the parts to make it whole once more
but I was pretty sure there was some left on the floor
Now I look down and my wrist is bare
Not even a mark to show it was there
You connected the clasp, it was never undone
A token trinket of what we’d begun
I much preferred to have it there to stay
than put it away for a special day
At least I got to see it that way
Now I wonder what you’d have to say
I swear to you I never meant to break it hey.
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