Locket
Old stinging eyes,
From ancient tears,
Watching magnificent gold,
Swing back and forth,
Like a pendulum,
With a rusted locket,
Held fast to it.
It's been thirty years,
Since the locket was purchased,
And worn fashionably upon her neck,
The girl who was lost,
In a fatal accident.
He dreamed of their wedding day,
But she disappeared one day,
Winter was coming to an end,
Spring just beginning,
A dream that would be broken.
She was struck by a passing truck,
Tires screeched and burned,
Being careened off a thirty foot drop,
The car fell, striking the rocks,
She died instantly.
Her funeral was held two weeks later,
The skies were dark with clouds,
Rain poured from the heavens,
Black blurred images,
Stood still around the plot,
as the coffin was lowered.
For years he awoke in the night,
With tears in his eyes,
The image, never left,
It replayed in his dreams like a movie,
He wondered, if peace would ever find him.
Now he sits in front of the fire,
Still trying to open the locket,
All alone for so many years,
His love still alive,
But his heart growing weak,
With old age.
His eyes seem to close,
His hand falls to his side,
The locket falls to the floor,
And the lid pops open,
Inside is a picture of a young woman,
And a young handsome man on the other side
And the words: Eternal love,
Engraved beneath them.
Copyright © Robert Needles | Year Posted 2012
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