The Necklace

Delicate blue glass beads
Strung again and again
Sunlight caught like dreams
Around the pale neck of a young girl
A treasure once so caressed by fluttering, thin hands
I’ve been sitting on the dresser for awhile now
Gathering dust-
Awfully friendly with the mothballs, and socializing with
Congealed time
I remember the days of love and princess drama-
How I cherish thoughtless youth!
Thoughtless youth!
OH! a thoughtless hand!
Blind fingers brush me aside,
My sapphire pride
Akin with memory’s demise
Clear moments of gasp!
Oh sigh!
I am suspended in scornful air
The girl,
A woman now…
With clumsy fingers
Looks, with widened eyes
Eyes like windows into
A decrepit soul
That is too fresh to be so decrepit
She exhales,
A winding breath
That breaks the silence,
And slices the frozen moment
My delicate aquamarine fairytale seeds
Of lost moments
Fly hard
And hit the dry, unfriendly tiles
She looks down and
Sees the distorted image of her lost friend
I am the memory of young aspirations
I am the herald of her failure to achieve!!!
We know at once, together….
(Yes, together once more)
That the shock of this give-some-lose-all life
Has destroyed the element
Of frailty that kept us together
And kept us dreaming
I, the beaded necklace of queens,
And she, the martyr
I watch from my uncomfortable position
As she fetches a broom
My aggressive, angry shards glare at
Such cowardice!!
She sighs as she sweeps me into the bin,
A plastic land of sticky rot!
Oh grotesque!
The sun morosely glints through my
Translucent, weeping debris
I refuse to cry out!
Instead I spit in the eye of
My weakly,
My lovely!
Oh how I love!
I love…
Oh…!
A tear falls from her fading eye
And unceremoniously,
I am dumped into a crinkling trash bag
That smells of rotten bananas and cat food