The Locket
A sign,
Of love and hope.
Given to me,
By someone I love dearly.
Gold and beautiful,
When it was given to me.
Shiny and new,
It represented a promise of love.
Once I gave it back,
Scared that this love,
Would not last. But a month later,
You gave it to me again, hoping we could make it work.
So, for a year we tried,
To make this thing called love work,
And we were successful.
For the most part.
But then, two days after
Valentine’s Day, you hurt me.
And I broke the chain,
In anger and sadness.
I returned every gift you gave me,
Except the locket.
The locket I kept, trying to find hope,
Where you had told me there was none.
That golden,
Heart shaped locket,
That meant so much to me,
Is a sign of hope and of love.
Even though,
You said that
There was none
Left.
And so I keep it,
That beautiful little locket,
Carrying it around in my pocket,
As a sign of my hope and unending love.
Of love and hope.
Given to me,
By someone I love dearly.
Gold and beautiful,
When it was given to me.
Shiny and new,
It represented a promise of love.
Once I gave it back,
Scared that this love,
Would not last. But a month later,
You gave it to me again, hoping we could make it work.
So, for a year we tried,
To make this thing called love work,
And we were successful.
For the most part.
But then, two days after
Valentine’s Day, you hurt me.
And I broke the chain,
In anger and sadness.
I returned every gift you gave me,
Except the locket.
The locket I kept, trying to find hope,
Where you had told me there was none.
That golden,
Heart shaped locket,
That meant so much to me,
Is a sign of hope and of love.
Even though,
You said that
There was none
Left.
And so I keep it,
That beautiful little locket,
Carrying it around in my pocket,
As a sign of my hope and unending love.