i found the bracelet
the one we shared
it meant that he cared,
one day it broke, and then it happened
he told me the feelings we once had,
they were gone.
today i found the bracelet,
on my bedside table,
hidden under tissues
i had forgotten to clean,
i decided to fix it,
maybe he'd still care.
i picked out the broken rubber bands,
maybe this shall mend,
my ever breaking heart,
or maybe this was the end.
as i put it back together,
it all floods back,
the good, the bad,
it all came back.
i put it on my wrist,
with it no longer bare.
i start to remember,
those good times we shared.
laughing at nothing,
the eye contact,
everything.
