A Broken Locket
She left nothing but a broken locket,
snapped in two as though it had been stepped on.
And as I slipped it into my pocket,
I realized that she was truly gone.
She kept my picture in that golden heart,
saying we would always be together.
But before too long, we drifted apart,
encountering rogue waves and rough weather.
She left me in the wee hours of the night,
knowing the darkness would swallow her whole.
And silently disappearing from sight,
she cut the tether to my heart and soul.
Failing to adequately secure it,
she left nothing but a broken locket.
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