a sea of
garnet & gold
there is something
comforting about the
ring you gave to me, from
beyond the grave, on my
eighteenth birthday,
it knows what it is
to have lived
many lives.
i sympathise
with its obtained
waves, its worn down,
sloping sides, how they
peak and decline, eroded
by hands that loved it
enough to not take
it off. this piece
of you i hold,
cold between
my fingertips,
amounts to more
because of its faults.
sometimes i go inside
to find the sharpest parts
of garnets & diamonds, just
painful enough to wake
me up, like the feeling
of stones under feet
when walking
on a sandy
beach.
Very moving piece Rebecca