The Bracelet
A dove of white a drift in the endless night sky
Glides its wings through a chilly breeze of sadness
Below its heart sits a man whose eyes long for pain
But collect no salty tears, they remain desert dry
His hand slumped aside, half covered by thirsty sleeve
Slowly caresses a thin and humbly decorated bracelet
As his heart nurses his brain with chilly blood
His chest sinks with a regretful sigh, "I had to leave"
His mind simmers over the forked flames of the past
Her dauntless eyes glowed in silky shades of brown
His loving toils bloomed in her perfect smile
And he was with her at long last
But in that moment, in each other's grip
He knew that the night was final
All that was left was a tragic fare the well
In the darkness, his were the only tears to drip
Now with the memories whose clarity have faded
He can't quite recapture the beautiful feelings felt
The bracelet is all he has to remind him of the night
With no other in his history he would have traded
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