Touch the silver chain,
Precious links wound
‘round your neck.
Let your fingers
stroke
The tiny silken
circles.
The cool of metal
Against the warm heat
of skin.
Each link is a word.
Forming thoughts.
Creating ideas.
Weaving
stories.
What words do you
hear?
“Once upon a time…”
“In the
terror of the storm…”
“Look
to the west, the sun is rising…”
Listen to your heart.
How does your story
end?
Search, find the last
link.
You know the one, sad
but true.
Tired not broken,
Holding the silver
circle.
Staying together,
Not willing to be destroyed
What are the last words?
I love you eternally.
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