Passing around souvenirs of our life, in class
In a big white room,
Treasures from another life
Treasures from another’s life
Prayers and pearls
Attached in affinity to yellowed twine
Climb up am down like a ladder
Or a staircase, like the winding petals of a rose
The value of each pearl
Weighed in the unceasing commitment of the hand that held them
Each small orb representing the days of once endless companionship
(and it’s a long strand)
but not near long enough to count the days
there is a knot at the bottom
but not quite at the end
from its gentle closure there are
loops
hanging from the love she left behind



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