Sorting through my jewellery box,
I found the dainty pearls and gems
That I loved to wear
On these special occasions.
I haven’t touched them in years.
The last time I wore a piece
Was before they parted ways
With my parents and me.
I held the delicate, elegant necklace
In my hand, before shaking
With tears that drowned my face.
His mother’s necklace…
I never thought that I would still
Have this piece especially
Because his mother tore us apart
By betraying our hearts.
