I read it, fold it and put it away.I drag it back out and skim it again
Feeling myself wonder astray...
My tears stain it lightly, I miss you, my friend.
Gently, I pull that piece of string
Snugly wrapped around my finger
I feel my heart stare down and cringe
my breath hikes up, as your scent lingers.
This last memento I had left
An old, discarded, promise ring
Symbol of when my life had met
The one who made my dead soul sing.
Sitting, staring blankly at the fire
My silence is broken by a sob, a plight
I clutch my chest, curl into me tighter
Peaceful sleep will not show tonight.
-Yari 2009
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