The Cross Made of Metal and Brass
And yes! It’s still around him,
tied on to his neck.
Its shimmer and shine,
without any fade.
The Only sign that’s left among us.
The silvery dazzle
dazzled me up each day I look onto it,
that still I count to him.
Gone are those days and
erased are those memories between us.
He cleared it; and now,
I`m left only with this chain.
So grateful I am, that I gifted him the chain,
the chain brought with
Lots of happiness and hopes.
Kneaded with the beads of joy
and string of long lasting love.
The same chain now
assures me one thing; that
He do remember me.
Words are unsaid among us and
Great silence overshadowed us,
Left out with only the spark lings, to which
I`m pretending to be counted.
The day he removes the chain,
the day he will kill me.
Everything will be ended; without even
saying a “Good bye”
My chain will disappear into nowhere,
where it will never count to anyone.
Copyright © Pooja Monsy | Year Posted 2016
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